Lockdown on a Desert Island

This exposure to the elements means everyday is a natural drama. We recently shared our home with a family of Sea Otters who would run underneath my villa each night and scare the living daylight out of me. They also leave an ungodly scent to mark their territory which meant we had to file for eviction. No amount of incense in the world covers up the anal secretion of a sea otter.

Diary Extracts from a Tropical Nomad – VI

Almost passing out on a stone tile floor had left me a little shaken and I was considering asking to go to hospital but I couldn’t face getting on a small speedboat and crossing the sea to a tiny clinic where nobody spoke English and I would have to do the whole thing again coming back. Instead, I ate some medicine, tried to get some sleep and the next day, I felt a little better. This was perhaps ‘The Dark Night of the Soul’. My body and my mind were frail, in danger of collapse and suffering greatly. There may be nothing worse than being ill and feeling like you have nobody to care for you. I buried myself in my room for a few days and tried to keep my spirits up.