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My thanks to Mort at Octogenarian whose memoir reminded me of this story.
My husband and I travelled to Kenya back in the 70s and just loved it. I have been scanning slides on and off, (it is such a lengthy AND boring job) and occasionally posting the results on flickr. But I have only two of Kenya, one of them taken in Lamu, a small, heavenly island, where we had planned to stay for a few days. We went to some sort of Youth hostel where we rented a room.
There was a mosquito net on the window; as it was broken in places, my husband started fixing it with tape. Roland was just the opposite of me, a thoroughly organised person. When we went on a trip, he always had useful tools with him and I used to tease him about it. Once more, I was glad to see him fix the mosquito net.
I remember our room quite well. We had twin beds on either side of a small table, two stools and the door of the room let us see the light in the corridor outside. In fact, the gap between the door and the floor was quite big, the size of a hand.
We went to bed pretty late –we were in Lamu at the time of the Ramadan and when night came, everyone was out in the noisy streets– and I fell asleep straight away.
The next thing I remember, I woke up shrieking with anguish! I felt something move against my neck and sat up screaming. AND saw a rat escape through that gap under the door.
I was totally rattled and when I told my husband about the rat, he said I must have had a nightmare. But the renewed holes in the mosquito net confirmed what I had seen. Roland had closed the usual path of that rat, which opened it again, jumped on the bed and went out through the door.
I can still feel that frightening thing moving along my neck.
Rational Roland said that the rat must have been just as scared as I had been, but I insisted on changing beds and never managed to sleep another wink that night.
On the following day, we moved out. 😆
The photo of me was taken on a small fisherman’s boat, a couple of days after the rat episode.