Just found my idea of paradise in Pamela Stephenson's "Bravemouth":
The guests slid off their shoes and bathed their jet-swollen feet in giant clam-shell baths before entering the thatched-palm bedrooms. Inside, lofty gecko-decked ceilings held ceiling-fans supported by rope-lashed cross-beams. Intricately woven wall-coverings contrasted with simple cotton-covered beds adjacent to bamboo furniture laden with striking tropical flowers and fruit. We all soaked ourselves in warm water and coconut soap, before passing out to the soothing timpani of gentle, steamy rain.
Oh my...
