After dozing off to the sight of a group of odd individuals drinking from the pool, dismissing it as an obvious lesson to hold back on drink this evening, I wake to the sound of of hysteria as a guest I vaguely remember from the night before is chased by an apparent madman who has appropriated his surfboard. Hah, never liked the damn fool anyway.
Surveying the chaos around the pool area, as well as the strange wooden stick and bizarre cartoon-like detonator in the pool, I decide it would be best to play friendly, for now, and offer the most sane looking one already settled on the bed next to mine some of the local brew. Hopefully the appeal for kitschy coconut pina coladas blended with skooma extends to all of the, hah, new guests.