We visited Auntie Zafiro in Tersephanou yesterday evening and I suffered more mosquito bites in half an hour than in the previous ten days. There is a different variety of mosquito there, smaller and greyish white in colour. Zafiro has lived there all her life and she and the Mozzies have learned to peacefully co-exist, plus she's a tough old bird and yer average Mozzie would merely blunt his gnashers if he tried any funny business with her. But the word was out that there was some over-nutritioned English flesh in town and my number was consequently well and truly up. Cue: tactical withdrawal once the diplomatic niceties had been observed.
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