Monday, July 30, 2012

Little pricks

I have been meticulous in my anti-mosquito spraying since I arrived here. I thought I had escaped, until last night. A little bastard managed to infiltrate the haze of Jungle strength fumes.
I woke up this morning and just wanted to rip my leg off, it was so itchy. It looks absolutely disgusting.

And why the hell was he wasting his time biting me in search of blood? I'd say that it's pure vodka running through my veins at this stage.
 Or as they say in Turkish
Pure wodka running through my weins!

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