30th August 2006

Mosquitoes are the devil’s envoys. If there is one thing that will drive me from Jamaica before my time, it will these little vampires. I have been informed that you do develop a tolerance to these, but after seven months, my reactions appear to be getting more intense. Hardly a day goes by without a new bit and worse still the mosquitoes appear to have done some physical training. My latest batch of bites appear to have been obtained through my trousers.

I think it’s the thought of the mosquitoes is actually more troubling than the bites. In Jamaica, the insects are very large and slow moving, so they are relatively easy to kill. Often this leaves a disturbing large blood stain on whichever surface you crush them against. What terrors are borne in this blood, god only knows, but given the squalor of large parts of Kingston, rats, wild dogs, drug addicts all never far away, I can only fear the worst.

Two religious references in one post, Jamaican evangelism is working!