Lightning thoughts

The rain cometh and when it does, it is utterly relentless. Thunder claps cause the entire hotel to shake under their growling might. Lightning bolts fire across the skyline like the surf of a wave. It’s pretty hard to ignore the beauty of this kind of weather, although admiring it when in a cosy air-conditioned hotel room is somewhat ineffectual.

Counting the time between strikes confirms the storm is moving toward me, so I’ll be in for the evening then. Thip Noodles it is. Room service can do the work while I collect thoughts and put proverbial pen to paper.

As I look out of my window, I can see the newly finished pool that I overlook filling to the brim as the heavens decide it needs a refill. There’s no need to water any plants here – though walking around in 36°C during the day, I wonder how plants can survive. It’s simple: they fast.

The charming attendant arrives with my flat noodles and after such an eventful day, it’s a quiet end. I just pray that Geordie (my newly acquired pet Gecko), doesn’t keep me up all night chirping.

From 10 Jan 2010