Confessions of a Lodge Gecko: Life at A Nomad’s Rest
Hey there, weary travelers. You may not have noticed me, but I’ve noticed you. I live at A Nomad’s Rest Lodge , tucked away behind the ceiling beams, watching over you like a tiny, scaly guardian of the night. And let me tell you—being a lodge gecko is not for the faint of heart. 1. The Great Human Arrival Every few days, new guests arrive—dragging giant suitcases filled with things they probably won’t use (seriously, who needs three jackets in Africa?). I watch as they “ooh” and “aah” at the view, sip their welcome drinks. It’s quality entertainment. 2. The Poolside Philosophers Ah yes, the great thinkers of our time. Something about sitting by the pool with a cold drink turns guests into professional philosophers. I’ve heard debates about whether a lion could beat a crocodile in a fight, discussions on why sunsets here feel more magical ( hint: it’s the view ), and even a deep reflection on why socks keep disappearing in luggage. 3. The “I’m One with Nature” Guests Every ...