Rotten roaches, they are just as big as the ones we had in Madagascar, bigger than the geckos and a whole lot uglier--about two inches without the tentacles. This guy spoke a bit of English and is apparently of French citizenry.
This one killed me, I was terrified to take his picture. He kept twitching and squiggling around. It took nearly a whole can of bug spray and about an hour before he slowed down. Eventually he put out his cigarette and died on a copy of Le Monde.

An artistic photo we took using my feet...I nearly knocked myself unconscious with the camera.