The only thing missing was the pitter-patter of rain on the iron roof but everything else was there: the rising smoke from the mosquito coil, the smell from the spluttering kerosene lamps, and the many sounds of nature from the warm night outside.
I spent another peaceful night in "Melbourne", dreaming of many such hot nights spent in Papua New Guinea, the Solomons, and Samoa, and the many dreams I then still had before harsh reality finally intervened.
The radio, tuned in to ABC Radio National, kept me company, as did a possum which kept stomping across the roof - and, as I've only just now discovered, a huge spider on the wall - until the final "Lights out!"
So it's "Good night" from me and from the possum on the roof and from the spider on the wall. See you bright and early tomorrow morning!
