There was a retreat, a rental house near the beach, a hard bed with only a comforter to cover ourselves with, and 2 windows offering relief from the heat but, in true South African form, having bars to keep out the crime, but missing screens to keep out the bugs. We woke up in a sweat a few after hours after falling asleep because of not opening the jailhouse windows and creating an oh so stuffy atmosphere. We decided to take the “bug” risk and opened the windows. What ensued was what might be referred to as one of the worst nights of our lives….dun, dun, duh!
Cue noises of lights switching on and off and clapping hands and banging against walls. When the light turns on, see white washed walls with blood spatters from a, not nearly high enough, death toll of South African mosquitoes. This sleepless war goes on for 3 hours, we are loosing the battle, we’re low on the supplies we need to win, we’ve lost our vision and…no, George W is not our Commander in Chief. We are fighting on God’s side, the side that never loses (supposedly).
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keep fighting the good fight brother
I am very, very sad by this story...there is NOTHING and I mean NOTHING worse than mosquitos buzzing in your ear while trying to sleep. Entertaining to read about? Yes.
I saw on Man vs. Wild that you can drink your pee for 3 days before getting sick. Maybe if you do that, you blood will taste like pee, instead of blood, and then the mosquitos will leave you alone.
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