Pool

There are a lot of people from different countries visiting or immigrating to Australia. Like everything else in life this has its upsides and its downsides. One aspect of it, is that it enriches the spectrum of non-understandable English in the country. Since there is no other English in Australia than non-understandable English, you can't say it worsens anything.

Then it manifests itself in lots of Japanese restaurants, Korean restaurants, Chinese restaurants, Indian restaurants, Thai restaurants and so on. And I like all of them. There is even a Japanese ice cream shop that uses honey instead of sugar. Great!

The Dark Side of the Force is represented by people who think that they can behave however they want (badly) because they will be leaving soon anyway.

The first room we rented is part of an appartment which is part of an appartment complex which has some communal rooms on the first floor. There is a gym that is used by some, a recreation room with some couches and a kitchen and a billiard room used by noone, something I find inexplicable because I would be there with my friends the whole day.

Then there is a pool.

The Pool.

It's shallow which I assume is good for kids but you can still use it to swim properly. There were signs with the rules. You are supposed to keep it clean, not bring any glass along and not use it after dark.

One day after dark there was a lot of noise coming from the pool. There was much whooing and wheeing. It sounded like a party where people were just pretending to having fun by copying the hollering they have seen on TV. They were not really having fun. It was not subtle. Even a software guy with limited social skills could tell. The biggest tell was that noone was laughing.

I went to the balcony, looked down for a couple of seconds, went back in and closed the door.

Then there was a sound of broken glass.

Some more 'whoo's.

Then came the half-hearted chanting: U-S-A U-S-A!