Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Looks Can Be Deceiving
This is the view from my parents front yard. Isn’t it beautiful? You could just see yourself sitting on the veranda, drink in hand, relaxing as you watch the sunset. Right?
Wrong. Those trees you can see? Mangroves, otherwise known as mosquito breeding heaven. Here in paradise you cannot, CANNOT, venture outside without protection of insect repellent, burning mosquito coils and the benefit of at least one free hand (required for swatting). Anytime I make the trek outdoors I feel like I’m heading off to war. The mosquitoes are like low flying F111’s dive bombing with pin point accuracy, able to locate that one square inch of flesh you neglected to slather in RID. The big ones bite through material – denim no less, and the rest won’t balk at flying up your skirt, stinging you in places you really don’t want to start itching. I risked life and limb to take this photo, then dashed back inside faster than Indiana Jones sprinting away from that giant stone ball, yelling at someone to OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!!!!. No way would I have gone back for my hat.