One male bartender took the place of his female colleague. She was responsible for this din. She probably liked it and anyway no one at the bar seemed to mind. What’s more, as far as I could hear one guest after finding out that she had compiled the playlist was full of praise for the girl. Obviously that level of noise must have pleased him too. In the first week, you had to shout at the barman to order anything and the bar itself wasn’t that wide. In the second, week, less so.
Tourists played board games and computer games with their kids by the pool. They spoke into their telephones and even read.They looked relaxed. Any stress on their faces or in their behavior I didn’t see.The pool side and the beach were two separate worlds and had different inhabitants. If the pool wasn’t blaring out then the result would probably have been tears and the gnashing of teeth. Maybe phantoms would have started to appear if the music had died down and you would have had to smother any everyday cares.
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“I can take ordinary torture, but not the music. I admitted to everything that I was asked. That I know Bin Laden Mullah Omar. I know what they are planning. All of it. Let it just stop”: the words of a Guantanamo Bay inmate as he recalled the torture by music. Incarcerated Islamists were played metal, hard rock and other heavy styles. That wasn't all either. There was the signature tune to ‘Sesame Street’, advertising jingles, the Bee gees, Christina Aguilera, Britnet Spears. As well as Metallica and Marylin Manson there was the classic rock of Bruce Springsteen
After a few hours of listening to Dr. Dre (apparently some sort of rapper) I would have confessed as well that I knew Bin Laden. To get something out of a Pole in my case, some Disco Polo would have done the business. The first doubts as to the veracity of confessions obtained by torture was given by the Holy Inquisition. They didn’t reach the Pentagon. They didn’t need to reach the poolside either as it was a holiday zone.
My way is to swim and read in peace. I relax from reading by going into a gently rolling and warm sea. I start to swim straight in front of me then turn right. No turning left as from the point of view of the beach there was a campsite and bar. Woofers boomed out their monotonous noise…no melody. They carry over the water and you have to flee.
Everything has its pros and cons. Even the pool has its advantages. I swim far from the shore, something that stops me from starting my day with a brandy and coke or tequila sunrise. I’m afraid to do this as I want to test myself. The pool doesn't have these limits and the deepest point is 1.4 metres. The most sober i among us in this area are the children, which explains why the poolsiders like the noise.
You can do what you want in the evenings. Here’s a good point. You have to suffer the noise when ordering drinks at the bar and get to your room as quickly as possible. Our chalet was at the end, and as we had asked for a quiet one we couldn’t hear anything from the balcony. The way the poolside works prevents any alcoholism as in order to get the next drink you have to walk a distance from the quiet zone and you’re once more in the din. So you have to sip your drinks as long as you can. Meantime, they shut the bar and its bedtime.