“Could it be that your English isn't that good?” Those were Blue Bay boss Anke's first snarky words to me and a fellow traveler, after a quick “hello” on our boat trip to the resort the day before. I looked at her puzzled by this strange question and assured her in English that I couldn't imagine it. I wanted to know from her what I had done wrong, but in German. I wasn't sure whether she would have understood me in English because I had already noticed a lot of spelling mistakes on her invoice, which was written in English. She looked at the fellow passenger and me and began to make all kinds of accusations against my friend. I had no idea what it was about, but she continued to address both of us in the plural. To me it sounded like a pure show of power, a prankster, which brings to mind the word “bite.” In the absence of an answer, I asked her again what the problem was with me, as she looked down on us both like naughty children with a poisonous look. She yelled at me “you, you, you, capital or small, whatever, after all, you came together”. The answer didn't make sense to me, it was probably more of the “caught along” category. I replied that I was my own person and didn't like being yelled at for no reason. Well - you can treat guests like that, but you shouldn't. Unfortunately, we had complied with their request to pay everything including 2 dives per day weeks in advance. At that moment I had a strong desire to leave. But everything had already been paid for and the island itself was very beautiful. My mistake, this timely payment for a pig in a poke. Speaking of money:The price-performance ratio at Blue Bay is right on the limit, especially after a very relaxing week with the extremely friendly Sven, boss of the Panorama Dive Resort in Bunaken. Everything there was very friendly and on an equal footing, and the week at Panorama cost half as much as at Blue Bay Divers. Sven clearly has leadership qualities, which not everyone has. For me, power games, unfriendliness and strict regime towards guests and employees were filed under “colonial times” and not under “relaxed diving vacation”.Our bungalow was nice, even if the bed creaked extremely loudly and the rusty, fixed fan on the wall did little to counteract the heat. The food was largely ok, but the seasoning was rather uninspired for Indonesian standards. The European palate should probably not be discouraged with foreign flavors. After repeated requests, fish was only available for one day. Unfortunately, you couldn't talk to other guests at dinner because the employees played music and sang for exactly 30 minutes every day, which always embarrassed me because I had to think again about the country's dark colonial past. I also didn't want to put down my cutlery after every song to awkwardly applaud the sounds and chants. By the way, the rickety guitar could no longer be tuned due to historic rusty strings and sounded terrible. Why didn't I like the music so much? To me, the employees' music-making did not seem at all fresh, cheerful and spontaneous (as it was always during meal times), but rather ordered from above. Under these circumstances, this form of entertainment is really unnecessary. Apparently the same thing happens in Anke's second resort.If you feel comfortable in strict hierarchies but might otherwise quickly feel insecure, Blue Bay may be the right choice for you. For experienced and well-traveled individualists who especially have fun when the general atmosphere, including the staff (!), is good, it may be the wrong place.