There’s no keeping ahead of the bloody mosquitoes swarming out of every crevice in Paul’s house here in Narromine in the Central West of New South Wales. They’ve been terrible since the recent flooding rains.
Despite spraying all bare skin with ‘Off’, I don’t count on the ingenuity of the biting insects getting to me in my nightshirt.
You figure it out!
Between the ticks in Georgia (?) and the mossies in Oz you certainly need to cover up all your ‘bits’ when travelling. You might need to try “Bushman Plus” next time you are out in the wilds.
Michael, never fret about your eccentricity!
A little eccentricity of course dissolves anxiety,
and allows one to be his better self.
Oh God, how lucky I am. As I have trouble even with mid European Mosquitos, how terrible would my trip to Dubbo have been. I am sooo happy and hope u will come home safely with no serious injuries.
So much personal information on your blog, it is sometimes embarrassing. But then I am not a publisher and do no social networks! Call me an old fart, that is what I am!