The hotel manager was a proud man who took delight in making everything perfect for his guests. (He even sprayed our room full of a noxious mist – to kill non-existent mosquitos…)
Later Paul asked if he could take a picture of him.
“No!… Yes!” He led us outside then motioned us to wait while he headed back in.
After changing out of his Western clothes, he appeared regally before us – to have his portrait taken.
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