Tarzan claiming his ant hill

Without fail, the fidels congregate at the summit of the hill for their morning rituals. Some arrive as early as 5 am to cleanse their body of stress and re-energize themselves for the day ahead. The exercise is to take a deep breath and scream or holler at the top of their lungs for as long as they can.

What I haven’t mentioned yet is that this hill is only about 15 meters high and about 150 meters away from our apartment. So here’s the deal: at the wee early hours of the morning you get the wake-up call by a bunch of retards who have nothing better to do than to walk around the park and yell to wake everybody living in the apartment complex up. Tuesday, Sunday, everyday is the same. Can you imagine trying to catch some zzzs and hearing about 10 people shouting at the same time??? You can still hear them with the windows closed. You feel like going down there in your pijamas and smacking every single one of them silly to shut them up! And then, at 7 o’clock, on the dot, the park’s speakers start blearing adds for the local shops. The noise echoes on the apartment buildings and the entire apartment. And if it’s not the park playing the adds, it’s the apartment complex playing classical piano music on their speakers. So, even if you are tired enough to sleep through the retards on the ant hill, and the radio adds playing in the park, the piano music on a continuous loop is sure to get you out of bed.

It’s totally amazing how the locals appear totally oblivious to surrounding noise and don’t complain about others being too loud. It’s the same in the hotels where at any time of the day or night, they’ll carry-out a conversation across the corridor… hmmm…very strange indeed.