The Pension Joanna near Plakias, Crete, is quite well located, on a mountain to the side of the small connecting road to Souda Bay. Ms. Joanna lives with Mr. Joanna and a few children on site and is initially friendly and sweet. The rooms are simple but clean and functionally furnished. Wet mopping takes place every day, bed linen is changed twice a week and towels are exchanged. At night, apart from small noises from the nearby street, you can sleep quite peacefully - if, well, if there are no rednecks living in the next room who have never heard of consideration. That's what happened when I lived there. In room number 1 next to it lived a short, fat man, of indefinable origin based on his strange language, who also brought his naughty son with him. These two then talked several times a day, screaming and for hours on the balcony of their room. Last on September 22nd, 2019, at one o'clock in the morning! When I asked him to be quiet and continue their conversation quietly in the room, the guy's son became a boor and became mushy.
I then knocked Mr. and Mrs. Joanna out of bed at 1 a.m. Mr. Joanna came sleepily to the glass door, naked with a hanging penis and a rather large fat belly on the glass door, like in a shop window, completely natural. He certainly didn't look like an image of the famous ancient Greek Adonis. He looked at me puzzled and called over his wife Joanna, who was also sleepy. She quickly pulled a T-shirt over her bare breasts and both stood sleepily behind the glass door and looked at each other perplexed. It wasn't until I explained to them that they were supposed to ensure that the proles in Room 1 were quiet at 1:00 a.m. that they both batted their eyes a little sleepily and continued to look at me perplexed. However, neither of them moved towards room 1. It was only when I threatened to call the police to calm things down that Mrs. Joanna shuffled along to room 1, stood in front of it with me, shrugging her shoulders, and asked helplessly into the Cretan night “what can I do?” It was only the wave from the police that impressed the brothers from room 1 and calm returned. Thank God I left Apartment Joanna the next day to go to more civilized people. So, if there are problems at Apartment Joanna, you can only expect helplessness from the naked Mr. Joanna and his helpless, initially friendly wife Joanna. Mr. Joanna is a taxi driver. I can only hope that he doesn't drive around naked in the taxi. What an impression that would make on...
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