As you walk down the road to the bars, beach and shops there was a guy who worked for the first bar you get to on the left (it's on a corner, opposite a nice little Chinese restaurant) who is a right prick, stands outside always trying to get you in there. He's got blonde hair, quite stocky and I think he's German, I think it's a German bar. Avoid it, and him, he's a pain in the backside. He grabbed my girlfriends arm trying to literally drag us in. I nearly smacked the ****er.
That's probably the only downside to staying at the Palm Gardens.