It's bad enough being in a strange land, but its even worse when you get sick. Travelling with all your belongings on your back, and coming to a strange town with nowhere to go apart from a guesthouse.
Well that was the situation; I'd been dropped off by my ride at the front door to a guesthouse. In a strange town on cold wet evening, next to leaden sea. The door opened and the first thing the landlady said was "you look real crook, you'd better come in I'll put you to bed". So not being in fit state argue with this wonderful suggestion. I submitted myself to Helen's caring. Dosed up with flu remedy I fell in to a deep, and restful sleep. A sleep that was filled with the most wonderful dreams.
I was in the tropics sick and sweating in a large bed, when a woman came in and administered to my needs in a most agreeable manner...
The next morning when I awoke Helen, came into my room with a cup of tea and some more of her magic potion. She asked me how I'd slept and did I feel better. I told her that I felt much better, and didn't know what was in the medicine she'd given me but I'd had the most wonderful dreams. Helen smiled at this comment and asked me to tell her more. But first she was going to get bowl flannel and towel to freshen me up. Helen left the room and I sat there drinking my tea letting it refresh me. When Helen returned she pulled back the sheets and proceeded to wash my face and upper body. As she started, she told me to tell her about my dreams during the night.
Well... I said. It was hot very hot. I was lying on a big bed with a mosquito net all around. I was naked accept for a single sheet covering my sweating body. The light was from candles that flickered in the gentle breeze that blew in from the sea. I could hear the waves breaking on the sandy beach only yards away, the breaking waves sounded like the gentle breathing of sleeping mermaids. Helen exclaimed at this description and encouraged me to continue my narration. Well... I said. There I was on this big bed, when in came a most gorgeous creature wearing nothing but a Frangipani flower in her hair and sarong of fineness chiffon which allowed her beautiful body to be seen through the gossamer like material. The air was filled with the intoxicating sent of exotic of tropical blooms.