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Our Room
Our room, kept spotless by our room boy, Ahmed.
Ahmed was a whizz at towel art.
Another example of Ahmed's towel art.
The good, big room safe and the posh new espresso machine.
Outside on the covered veranda.
Step off the veranda onto the white coral sand, and the view is glorious.
A tiny lizard on the sand outside our room looks at me suspiciously.
Further round the beach between rooms 38 and 44, the sand has been badly eroded away.
An unusual rainbow around the sun above the island one day, caused by tiny ice particles in high cirrus clouds.
A fishing vessel motors past our room.