Text : Alexandra Poyarkovcollage : Anton Yarosh July 13, 2016 Our connected in the tourism industry Alexander Karasik, right now behind the persistent of one of the popular Italian hotels, continues to immerse us in the world of hotel dreams and secrets of the tourism business. Today - about sex. Why do tourists so want to sleep with hotel employees? What does fast-food from resort erotic gossip look like? Why do ordinary partner selection criteria stop working on the beach?
When I tell someone that I am working at the hotel, the first thing I have asked me the same question. No, not about capricious tourists. And not about salary. And not about how to survive, working in the heat for fourteen hours. Most often I hear: “Listen, well, between us ... Do you have novels with guests?” Everyone likes gossip, and if you add a little sex to any story, it will immediately become more attractive to the listener. Yes, and legends go about work at the resort, about the sailors: they say, in each port over his wife, only here - on the contrary - there is a “husband” on every ship near the pier.
They asked - we answer.
I’ll start from afar: ninety of ninety clients of large hotels with the All -inclusive system - families. With mom, dad, children, grandmother and aunt. It happens that, to the joy of young animators, lonely young ladies, or companies of friends, or adult children with parents come. However, seekers of summer adventures usually choose a different type of relaxation. I heard stories that sometimes someone from a married couple is trying to make an adultery with some pretty maid, while his dearest half splashes in the pool. I heard that a married lady once came to the former director at the office under the pretext of some complaint, but in the process of explanation, by chance, she took off the bra from the swimsuit. Nevertheless, these attempts are almost always unsuccessful: both the guardians and morality negators are solidarity in one thing-there is no way to lose work due to a terrible scandal with a deceived spouse hunting.
If even a lonely beauty brings in a family hotel with a fair wind, and usually women are beautiful and lonely at the family resort, the following problem arises-confidentiality. Everything should happen either somewhere outside the walls of the hotel, or somehow so that it does not reach the authorities. Although I had to see different things: in one hotel, the director even encouraged such connections with keys to unoccupied numbers, and he himself sinned like it. In general, sometimes such a problem does not arise, but this is still an exception.
There may also be a post -fact that this busty beauty is not a fifth -year student with an adult friend, but an eighth -grader with a mother, and then it is a pipe: if sex with customers can scold, but no more, the business is still everyday, then the connection with minors never forgives. Again, I'm talking about good large hotels, and not about those who describe the victims of immigrants from one of the countries of the Holy Trinity - Egypt, Turkey or Thailand on the forums.
Stories about the love conquests of animators are known to everyone: this part of the staff is in constant relaxed contact with clients, and their duty is to be your wonderful funny friends. And basically these are young students who have enough strength for daily many hours of work and night adventures after. With them, the palm of the championship is divided by representatives of tour operators and the Guest REECHEN. In second place are beach rescuers. On the third there are bartenders, but it is already more difficult to start a TET-A-TET dialogue with them so that no one will intervene with a request for a pin Kolad or ice cream. The waiters are even more difficult. Nobody sees cooks at all. Repair techniques are usually not quoted. The reception workers are too strict and official, and they are forbidden to appear in public places where a relaxed conversation could be started. It is different with cleaners, but usually, if it does not happen in the film, these are middle-aged dented women.
Clients themselves often show interest in tourism workers as a part of local color and landscape: in addition to the main intrigue bonuses, you can get the advice without a queue, where to go, where to eat, find out a couple of local life hacks, at the same time get a discount or drink for free. Well, it is not necessary to go far in search of the company, especially if the hotel is in the wilderness, and it is impossible to leave “without resting” in any case. Relations with Aborigines always help to assimilate and feel like a piece of this beautiful resort life: to get acquainted with the locals, go to where the tourist’s leg did not step, and learn a couple of phrases in the local language. If an employee is your compatriot emigrant, then even better: no difficulties of translation, and all local features are explained through the prism of the general mentality. I know one similar story in which the novel did not end at the resort, but transformed into an epistolary. About a month later, the former tourist offered to come again and go together to some other resort, adding by chance that he had just a wedding anniversary, at the same time “kill two birds with one stone”, that is, he would feel the soil where you can take a tantrum on a romantic journey.
The hottest passions - if you want, do not want - they flare up between the employees themselves, even if the husband and seven are at home on the shops. Because there is nothing more pathologically. If you live at work, then in rare minutes, when you are outside the office, but still “only machines” around, I want to do anything but talk about work. And there is no more catastrophically about anything - except to discuss rumors or create them. The only information that the brain is still able to digest after a long sweaty working day is the fast-food of gossip about the twenty-year-old animator and your boss of the Balzac age, who were seen at night on a plastic sunbed on a neighboring beach. Even if they discussed a business plan on this sunbed (suddenly), and not attached to hot passion, the next day, in the morning, history will grow in all unthinkable details.
Football fans, sanctions, elections, Eurovision, ours or not ours - what do I care if I have an overbucking tomorrow, and I open a browser just to read new comments on Tripadviser or find out the weather? And God forbid tomorrow it will be rain tomorrow - I will be buried under a pile of complaints and complaints (bad weather - always our fault!). These are at home we are all extraordinary personalities with a list of hobbies, students of the medical faculty, or bus drivers, or singers in a church choir, or lovers of thrillers, or Krav Magi. Here you are one of the small details of a large mechanism, and your rich inner world is not just like everyone on the drum, but also far from everyone as October and the end of the season. Yes, and your friends and relatives continue to live their normal life and cannot understand the reality surrounding you. And the waiter living in a neighboring issue - maybe. At home, your militant snobbery, perhaps, would not even allow the thoughts about the intrigue with some waitress, without a/o, but with the V/p, whose knowledge about the world is exhausted by the geography of the area where it was born, your common workplace and all matches of Inter over the past twenty years. But here all the usual criteria for choosing a partner cease to matter. What is the difference to me, does my boyfriend like the opera if the theater closest to us is at best kilometers of a hundred? It is not surprising that these relationships are scattered and forgotten as soon as the bathing season ends, and Vegas remains in Vegas.
When you live in a large camp, after a couple of months you know everything about everyone: who has a birthmark, who has some kind of pajamas and whose underwear is dried on a rope, who snore and who have problems with the stomach. At first, you don’t leave the house without cosmetics and, leaving, lock the room with a key, but very soon life turns into a rustic one, all its own. In such an environment, the novel will not be started only by the most lazy. Some of somewhere on the “mainland”, in another life, have grooms or wives with children, sometimes they even come on vacation under the decoration of “scorams” of colleagues, but most often in a couple of months any mention of them disappear forever. But employees who work in this mode for five years or more have usually no constant personal life. Or they move from the resort to the resort with their narrowed ones, but basically, in the end, as a result, the Happy End also does not have a nomadic life sooner or later stuffing it. Who needs a “disco dancer”, which is not worn after the endless shifts, which is not eight months at home, and whose life is nerves, beach discos, gossip and stories about crazy? Far swimming sailors, pilots, military - professions romantic, mysterious and profitable, and the bartender in the network of resort hotels is not quite.
So, summarizing: fleeting affairs with tourists are mostly interested in popped youths, or sentimental newcomers, or tourists themselves. Most customers are capricious spoiled children, and not objects of indefatigable desire. So, no, there will be no sebaceous stories, like first-year-old animators, grated kalachs do not care about these stupid things.
Our connected in the tourism industry Alexander Karasik, right now behind the persistent of one of the popular Italian hotels, continues to immerse us in the world of hotel dreams and secrets of the tourism business. Today - about sex. Why do tourists so want to sleep with hotel employees? What does fast-food from resort erotic gossip look like? Why do ordinary partner selection criteria stop working on the beach?
The text of Alexander Poyarkov Rome 
Collage Anton Yarosh Moscow 