Saturday, January 19

Why are some things so hard to bear?

Today what I couldn't get out of my head for a few days came. Especially at night: I have to change rooms tomorrow. And in exactly this absolutely not beautiful one, without flowers all around, without shadows, without privacy. Because the other guests almost walk through the room: 267. The room I was actually supposed to move into... I am frustrated and I feel bad because of it. I knew I had to change, but I was convinced that it wouldn't be in this row family room. Because there are about 15 other individual bungalows. But the two group trips that arrive here tomorrow have pre-booked the room numbers and there is nothing you can do about it. They have more influence than a single Swiss person who can't believe where she will be staying for the next 2 weeks.
I shouldn't take it so hard, I can use the whole facility and go to the pool or the beach... Blablabla! I haven't been there for the past 2 weeks either! It's too hot there! No matter how you want to sell it to me or what you think about it: I'm really in a bad mood!

So, that had to come out at the end of this day. Otherwise, I had the same program as yesterday. Except for yoga. I had to skip that after the shock of 267. Under these circumstances, I couldn't concentrate and certainly couldn't relax! So I just lay on the bed under the cool fan and was sad and pensive.

But so you still have something funny to read, here it is. these crow birds are really noisy, trusting, and sometimes a bit rebellious when it comes to a place on a palm tree, a thatched roof, or a watering hole. But you have to give them that: they are very intelligent. But apparently it's not enough to be able to read. But let's leave that... hihi
Have you already looked at the pictures? If not, please do it now. - Well, it wasn't quite like that. Because the black bird didn't turn on the water tap. He can't do that. But before him there was apparently a person who, coming back from the beach, rinsed his feet. So there was water on the floor. However, the noisy bird with its very large beak can't drink the water from the floor. Or only very poorly. He tilts his head sideways and places the beak on the floor. Then he keeps slurping up the remaining liquid. But what works very well, of course, is when he sticks his beak in the dripping tap and drinks there. I was 2 meters away and he didn't really let himself be bothered. His buddies, on the other hand, sat on the palm tree and made a ruckus. Apparently, they were thirsty too. Smile