I’m back from the school trip to Pulau Tinggi. It was a minor tropical paradise: extensive sandy beaches, lush tropical rainforests, crystal clear skies. At night the indescribably massive entirety of the Milky Way observed our insignificant existence on a puny island playing a round of Munchkins and eating junk food. On the first night I sat on the beach, under the stars, squinting up as I tried to spot the falling ones. Breathtaking.
That’s probably also when I got all the sandfly bites that proved to be an almost unbearable nuisance throughout the trip, and that I hope don’t scar. They look and certainly feel worse than chicken pox. Consider my wading through mangrove swamps - these bites are a nightmare.
Now excuse me as I try my darnest to stop myself from scratching the many red bumps that mark my skin.
Pictures (of the trip, not my bites!) and a more comprehensive commentary might come soon.
