I have not one, not two, but three geckos in my room on Koh Samui. They are my version of a black cat, whenever a gecko crosses my path, I know I shall be safe, from mosquito bites at least. They are awfully shy, and don’t really want to be included in my journal, and point blank refused to pose for a photo - they don’t want anything that could be used to discredit them should they ever run for parliament. I shall try and get a candid shot of them when they are unawares though, I owe them my pockmark-free skin. I’m staying in a splendid resort/boutique hotel. A boutique hotel is a normal hotel in which the furniture is dark brown, square, slender and minimalist, and they put frangipani flowers on your pillow, and
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