The water hissed, like bacon in fat, as Henry plunged in with a lung busting gulp of air as he surfaced. What relief!
He set off anti-clockwise around the marble clad pool followed by the others. But party pooper, Irma Kleb appeared poolside shouting commands and gesticulating wildly. They were in the ladies pool and going the wrong way round! These men clearly out of their depth in a foreign country decided to regroup.
Averting an international incident they skipped the Turkish massage and, modesty panels between their legs, retreated for a beer and for Henry an ice pack.