Biosmuggling

I'm sorry about the lack of action on this blog over the past few days. The chill that I complained about feeling after returning from Tonga to Auckland turned out to be the first symptom of what my doctor believes was Dengue Fever (why do I instinctively, nervously capitalise those words?). I'm through the worst now, but am still reluctant to venture more than a few metres from the blessed sanctuary of a lavatory.

My friend Sebastien Bano got on Skype yesterday morning to tell me to make the most of the virus I unwittingly smuggled out of the Friendly Islands. "It's a very good way to lose weight" Sebastien enthused, as he sat in his Canary Islands den looking unreasonably tanned, slim, and healthy. "You already look thinner." Sebastien insisted, as well, that my regular and lengthy stays in the loo should be boosting rather than blocking my productivity. "I have some of my best ideas on the toilet" he boasted. "It is good to keep books there. To spend hours in that room - what a privilege!"

I should be back in blogging form in a couple of days, but in the meantime I'm taking my revenge on Tonga by posting some photos of the place I've been monkeying about with maliciously.

[Posted by Maps/Scott]