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Roommates the Travel Brochures Don't Warn You About

When my friend Pat and I started our backpacking journey through Europe and
South East Asia, we hoped to meet many interesting characters.  We didn't
realize we would encounter some memorable roommates that were not of the two-
legged variety.
 
We met our first four-legged friend in Rawalphindi, Pakistan.  After a long day
of traveling Pat and I had settled down in our room at Mrs. Davies Private Hotel.
I was reading and Pat was updating her journal when something scurried across
the floor.  A little grey mouse darted around checking out these strange new
roommates that had disturbed his privacy.  And probably wondering if they would
share any of their cracker crumbs.  Neither Pat nor I were fond of mice, but after
a while we decided it was harmless and even braved getting off the beds.  We
were at the hotel for only two nights, so our acquaintance was short lived.
 
It wasn't until we arrived in Bangkok that we had more permanent roommates.
Our first night at the Atlantic Hotel we met our first roommate--a little green
gecko that enjoyed teasing Pat by walking on the ceiling over her bed.  Pat was
petrified of creepy crawlies.  Lying in bed she constantly stared at the little lizard.
Eventually her eyelids would get heavy and start to close.  If that gecko was not in
sight when she opened her eyes she would jump up, pull back the sheets and
frantically search to make sure it hadn't accidentally fallen on her bed.  It took a
long time for her to get used to the presence of that friendly creature.  Personally
I had no problem with geckos.  It was our other roommates that bothered me.
March was the end of the rainy season in Thailand.  It was hot and humid, so Pat
and I slept with only a sheet covering us.  A few times that first night I felt some-
thing move across my sheet.  Thinking it was the little lizard I wasn't concerned.
During the night I had to use the bathroom.  The moonlight shining through the
window lit up my backpack leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door.
Something looked different, but I wasn't sure what it was.  I reached in, turned on
the bathroom light and came face to face with another roommate--a huge cockroach
perched on top of my pack.  It was at least 3 inches long with beady eyes and
humongous antennae.  The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I quickly
locked myself in the bathroom.  It took a while to gather my courage and decide
what to do about this monster.  I finally emerged from the bathroom with a
towel as my only weapon.  I was ready for a good fight, but the cockroach  was
gone.   I ran back to the bed and wrapped the sheet tightly around me after I
had, of course, frantically searched my bed.
 
Occasionally we saw our ugly roommates when we turned on the light.  One in
particular liked lounging on the handle of a mop that rested in the corner of the
bathroom.  We never saw them in daylight.   We were reminded of their presence
when they came out to party and flit across our beds at night.  Cockroaches are
common in the tropics and, as with the gecko, we learned to live with our
multi-legged roommates.
 
After our Bangkok experience we spend some time on the Island of Phuket.
We stayed at a resort that was back-to-the-basics primitive.  We lived in a
bamboo hut with no electricity or running water.  In exchange we got the most
beautiful white sandy beaches and an ocean so clear you could see the bottom
and watch thousands of brilliantly colored fish swim by.  It was paradise.
 
But once again we shared our hut with a roommate.  Our bathroom was a little
stark and bare.  In fact it was a hole in the floor with two slabs of stone on either
side to place your feet.  You'd squad, aim and then flush with a scoop of water.
Our toilet was home to a big, ugly toad.  Fat, round and warty, he would laze
around by the hole.  Pat was terrified of him.  She would not go into the bathroom
until I had checked it.  If Charlie were in residence I had to chase him away.
With a little poking and prodding he usually hopped away, but he always came
back.  I think he  enjoyed all the attention.  After a while I looked forward to
seeing Charlie.  He was quiet and I suspect he kept the flies and mosquitoes
in check as well.
Other than the cockroaches partying at night, our animal roommates were better
behaved than most of the human variety.  They didn't eat too much, or play loud
music, never left dirty clothes or dishes lying around and didn't hog the bathroom.
Except for Charlie toad, of course.  Ah yes, I do miss Charlie.

                                                     Marion de Man

 

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March 26, 2004
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