The Village Hotel clung to the edge of the highland overlooking mangroves and the lagoon. Expats loved the view and the locally sourced cuisine. I sat with Carol one morning in the open dining room, breakfast over, our coffee cups cold. This was good for the gecko who dropped in. (Reminder: thatched roofs are habitats.)
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I had to look up Pohnpei as I’d never heard of it–and know little of Micronesia beyond its name. Were you vacationing there? It looks idyllic. I assume the gecko literally dropped in.
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With a splash.
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My first husband worked for the Congress of the FSM. I lived there for seven months, until I began to go a little crazy. An island 13 miles by 10 miles…very small. Much too small for our shaky marriage!
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Oh dear, I’m hoping the gecko survived. And yes, it looks idyllic. I’m now thinking that we need to plan bloggers’ meet-ups at Susan’s, in a cafe in Wellington, and in the restaurant of the Village Hotel in Pohnpei.
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The gecko hit the coffee, slipped up the side of the cup, looked us over, and skittered across the table and out of sight. It was an elegant place to eat dinner, until a rat or lizard would fall from the ceiling. Then all the resident cats would race into the room to chase the interloper. Dinner and entertainment.
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I love Pohnpei stories. And geckos.
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I adore geckos, and they were everywhere. My cats, unfortunately, also adored them. So my 7 months there taught me much about rescuing lizards!
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I like geckos too. I have a gecko necklace from Spain and a gecko pin from South Africa, both silver, and both gifts that I cherish.
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Are those the red glasses? Or their predecessor?
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Yes, the famous red glasses.
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