Itchy Just Thinking Of It

It all began on Saturday.  At the end of our walk, Jan swallowed a flying bug.  P-tewy.  Then in the elevator I vaguely noticed a few mosquitos and I thought, "That's odd - mosquitos in an elevator."  Well, Sunday night I freaked out when I saw about 20 bit mosquitos on my white wall, in a beam of light.  Then on Monday morning I walked past several hundred on the floor of the stairwell.  This morning I awoke to this, outside my kitchen window:

These are male mosquitos - so no blood sucking.  On the drive home tonight (a 1 minute scoot on my scooter) in the dark, I was delighted to have my plastic windscreen blocking the thousands that were teeming in the air.  When I parked, with my headlamp still on, the number of bugs on the white wall was incredible:  I brushed myself off hard before I got into the elevator.  I suppose like locusts and every other biblically-proportioned outbreak this too will fizzle out.  However, I am not happy that I will be walking over to the next building in a few minutes to play Mah Jong - I will be keeping my mouth tightly sealed.

Here are a few pics of some side-of-the-road graves.  It always fascinates me to see how a culture deals with their dead.

Plastic flowers, which would last a good long time, and some drinks as offerings, I think

(rather than a boozers leftovers).  The very light and dark green behind the trees is a rice paddy - the plants go golden this time of year.

 

 Off to play MJ with 2 expat women and a Chinese girl - Paul's wife, so he will probably wander in with their baby for a feed and we will all clutch at the little bundle (Gabi). 

Cheers. KMG

 

And for Bambi, who says she enjoys the tales of tortured English: 

(again from a menu)* Crispy Cod Article

* Need a Small Charcoal Grilled Wong (no idea)