Writing Day

In the morning, is saw the travelers off. I skyped Tor, I heard about catching giant swamp spiders by wading through the muck and catching the frog-eating-arachnids with ziplock bags and gloves. I read up on coral bleaching in Thailand, rested, (it’s become extremely hot again), was assaulted by the black and white stripped dengue mosquitoes, cleaned up the beach in front of my bungalow, went into town for dinner, wrote, hydrated, watched a gecko catch a moth, journaled.