Our morning started curtly at 9am when we heard the lock turn on our cabin door, the entrance of hotel staff thwarted only by the metal security bolt and our unexpected nudity. Words tumbled reflexively, and totally unnecessarily, from our mouth: “We’re NOT ready!” The door shut soundly. A few minutes later, the sound of another lock opening. Scratching. Straight through the sliding glass door at the foot of our bed we could see the looming shadow of a gardener raking the patio. Given our state of exposure, an orgy would have passed unacknowledged. Privacy? For all the talk of noise privacy and resort etiquette, would a few warning knocks on the door be too much to ask?