May 28, 2009
Amy
And some more faves from my own snapshots, more than half of which were absolute shit:
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Looks like y’all had to hike into town for provisions. Did Daryl need snuff and bullets?
I’m enjoying these shots so much. Of course, they fill one with regret for not breaking your ass to get there – or at least breaking it even more.
The shot of Amy is a beauty, just a wonderful mood – the sky in the second is killer. I do love me a stormy sky.
So glad you like them, Phil!
No, Sheila, that was the start of the Mosquito Death March that Lynn tricked us into on the first day. Alternatively, it’s our Abbey Road cover-album cover. Clusterflock: The Band.
Great photos, India.
India,India. If I had been there, you’d have been spared a world of pain. So sorry. Mosquitoes love me. They love me all up. Five minutes out into a mosquito-infested environment and you might have gotten a bite. I’d have gotten a dozen.
I am a Christ-like figure, I guess. I suffer the bites of mosquitoes so that others may be freed.
Keep this in mind, friends, when- and wheresoever we meet. I am your savior, at least with respect to mosquitoes.
I try and always have someone with me that has soft, pale and tender skin. I mean, they know they’re gonna get it so they are usually glad to be of service. I’m more than happy to apply lotions and potions to ease the pain.
I am a true English gentleman.
On the BART ride (that’s one of our public transport systems) back into the city on Monday night, a nearby passenger took notice of the welts on my calf. Or maybe just the fact that I was slapping my leg every few minutes. She broke the customary silence to tell me that it’s a vitamin B deficiency that makes me so tasty to mosquitos. That all I have to do to prevent the itchy swelling is load up on supplements before a trip.
That’s when I knew I was home.
There is a mosquito problem in Crete. I have been taking vitamin B for a few years now. It’s difficult to know if it helps or not, my inclination is to say yes, but, I do always ensure that I have a fair skinned person with me.
Also, I don’t have smooth hairless skin – I feel the hair helps. If I catch a bite it is always on a hairless part of my body. I always cover up at night regardless of heat, I reckon that does the most good of all – if I cover up at night I get very few.
Spray with high levels of Deet I also find very good. Of course, I’m probably opening myself up to other problems using that shit, still, we all hate motherfuckingmosquitoes!