(picture taken from the balcony of our bedroom)
It continued on for about 200 meters to the right.
Alain, Leah, and I went swimming while Toby ran around spraying everyone with the water gun.
The water was fantastic, BUT
the pool was tiled, and a lot of the tiles were broken or missing. Ever touch a broken tile? Yep. Sharp as broken glass.
I was trying to get out of the pool and sliced my big toe. Both Alain and Leah also cut themselves badly. I was bleeding all over the place, and had to squish back to the townhouse and clean myself up.
After that, I refused to go back in. I like my limbs.
Then I noticed the sign "Be A Ware of loose and broken tiles." I'll say. At least a fourth of the tiles were either missing or broken.
I'm guessing they tiled the pool a long time ago when the complex was built, and haven't bothered to replace the tiles or remove all the tiles and put something more swimmer-friendly like concrete. I'm sure in the US the pool would be condemned.
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4 commentaires:
I think complaints to the complex manager would be in order.
The pool does looks beautiful but then you can't see beneath the surface to all those missing and cracked tiles. Sorry to hear that spoiled the fun for you.
That's horrible! And totally unsanitary. I wonder how much chlorine they use in it? Hope your toe is healing :-)
Ouch. Strange to think that's lurking underneath all that perfection in the picture.