once again I find that rules are for chumps and a quick thinker gets ahead. I am in the hotel now with my copy of Better Than Sex, and I found that the optimal reading location, being the terrace bar, is closed. however after grabbing a Mai Tai from the pool bar, and treking back upstairs, I found no resistance to just camping out here. So long as the bartender doesn’t have to serve, he ciould really care. I am now isolated away from the common folk at the pool here, with a drink and a good book. fukm.