As you may or not be aware, all Greek swimming pools are open to the public, giving you free access to the pool and sunbeds, providing you use the bar and don’t bring your own food ansearchwandercollect #tasteintravel #globd drink to the area. Easy enough, purchase some water, a couple of beers possibly a snack or something, no big problem………..
We pick our pools very carefully, with a few important factors:
Position of the beds to get the maximum hours of sunshine, with the availability of parasols as and when the shade is needed.
The comfort of the beds and whether they change position, or collapse when you attempt to set them up.
Size of the pool for me to do my lengths every day, don’t like a little circular pool as makes me feel like a goldfish, makes me dizzy all that circular motion.
The amount of small children around or in the pool, do I need my I-pod to drown out the excited screeches of their playing? I am all for kids enjoying themselves and there is no law against them having fun, BUT there should be a law to the volume of inflatables that are allowed in a pool at any one time!!
Arrive in the morning, and the inflatables are neatly lined up behaving themselves, causing no harm to anyone………..
Then without any warning they multiply and start to take over the pool area, nobody spotted the dolphin sneak up and take over a sunbed. How did it get there?
As the day goes on, the inflatables seem to get a life of their own, somehow they sneak into to pool, maybe I did nod off for a second and they made their move……
To swim my lengths becomes impossible, round the dolphin, under 5 kilos, tackle the floating crocodile, and try not to make eye contact with the unicorn. Deciding that the inflatables are getting the better of me, I decided that I need to go and escape, so head off for a walk to the sea. I hadn’t got very far, the plastic jungle drums had been beating and every shop had inflatables of increasing size……….everywhere I turned they were there, dancing around in the breeze, teasing me. Must admit the peacock I saw was amazing, could fit 4 people on, with no problem.
I rushed back to the safety of my sunbed, still free from any PVC, plastic, or whatever the inflatables are made of, to recount my tale to Dave. He said nothing but simply pointed at the pool. Pegasus had flown down from Mount Olympus and landed in the pool. Must admit, watching the lads try and get on his back, was hilarious and could see who was in charge of the proceedings. Please note the poor lady in the background doing her swan swimming, dreading getting splashed, I felt her concern!
So in conclusion, the inflatables are boss, treat them with respect and have a giggle at everyone’s expense as they try to control them. Roll on my next holiday!!
Rambling With Ruthie 