Every time I go out looking for them they seem to know I have my camera. When I don't have my camera, they appear in large numbers and sit looking at me, taunting me, from less than three feet away. It just happened again as I scarfed a pizza and a couple of bottles of the local beer. Kadji, it is called, and it is a clean, crisp lager. But I divest.
Anyhoo, I have given up. I am growing obsessive and the hotel staff are giving me funny looks. There may also have been complaints from other guests. Apparently, leaping out of bushes screaming "AHA!" and "GOTCHA!", then falling to one's knees and bursting into tears, is not acceptable behaviour.
In despair, I turned to Mr Google.
This is a picture (of a relative) of the elusive, camera-shy little bastards:
I did get a picture of another type of lizard on my Blackberry but my provider, Vodafone, who have roaming agreements with Orange, cleverly avoid enabling GPRS on my BB. Which means that I do not have normal email facilities which means I cannot email the picture of the lizard to myself which means I cannot show you that I have actually managed to snap one of the little bastards.
I know there is more going on in the world more worthy of a blog entry but right now, the lizards
It ends now.