The Fatman Cometh....

Casa Perico. Lovely looking place but the bedrooms hide a dark secret....the fatman....!
Farnaz and I were allocted to a huge double room with 3 beds attached to another cabana, but despite having brand new netting on the windows there was an enormous gap above the wall into the eaves between us and the unknown resident next door. We only became aware of this person late at night when we heard eerie repetitive whispering and muttering, shuffling, dragging footsteps pacing up and down the room and other mysterious and frankly scarey sounds that kept awake much of the night. We just had to move, who knows if they could get over the top?! So we get the OK to move to the room behind Heather and Rachel, and finally at breakfast we see the one other resident of Casa P - the fatman; Ray. Conspiracy theorist, obsessive compulsive and all round nutter. I could go on about his theories about the US poisoning everyone with a brand new strain of Mycobacterium, or the benefits of Grapefruitseed extract that the US government is too scared to investigate, or colloidal silver...but, damn I just have. He has stand up arguments with a few people here over the next few days, and you would think that he would be bad for business....he's been there for four months and still askes why there are so many mosquitos around but still dosen't wear long trousers just drapes his net over his large legs, and expansive abdomen. There are quite a few beardy wierdys here in the swamp......