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I walked in here by accident, because the pool I went to more often was closed that day.
Immediately I was captivated by the colours!
It seemed pretty quiet as I walked in...but soon I saw a few souls, very active souls who seemed comfortable - they must be the regulars.
The energy creeped up on me slowly. Queenstown was no ghost town... I started seeing the signs, a logo, a name.
I looked it up a little bit and realised that this place was historic - the training grounds of water polo players who became the backbone of the national team under the legendary training of Kenneth Kee. I knew something was up. It was like that line in the Little Prince, when a place tingles when there’s something special hidden inside.
