As requested.
Flies. These were not a problem during the day, in the village, the camp. They were there, but scarcely so. We weren't bothered, unless one very rarely landed on your food, seeing as we ate outside sometimes, but that is to be expected. Night falls, however, and we head to our respective sleeping quarters; the other five Canadians with one interpreter, two interpreters together and the rest of us guys. Three buildings. Well, it would appear that we boys either REALLY stunk, or that the flies simply liked the place, but once the sun was down, and the lights still on, there was a fly for every 10cm squared. This might seem exaggerated, but it isn't. The first night wasn't as bad, but the second was worse, and one of the Sergeys, the one in my room, who said we might as well leave the flies alone, asked to have the flyswatter from me and went on a frenzy, pretty accurate, might I add. This is just to show that there were a LOT of flies. What had to be done was hunt the flies for a while, turn off the light, before more arrived, let the darkness lull the remaining ones to sleep, then we could try to sleep, because they would otherwise land on us, like on our face. The same went for the morning. As soon as the sun rises, the flies woke up, flew around, and landed on us, waking us up... twas around 5 in the morning, and we only really got to bed at midnight, on average.
There we are, hope this is interesting :D
--Scott
Flies. These were not a problem during the day, in the village, the camp. They were there, but scarcely so. We weren't bothered, unless one very rarely landed on your food, seeing as we ate outside sometimes, but that is to be expected. Night falls, however, and we head to our respective sleeping quarters; the other five Canadians with one interpreter, two interpreters together and the rest of us guys. Three buildings. Well, it would appear that we boys either REALLY stunk, or that the flies simply liked the place, but once the sun was down, and the lights still on, there was a fly for every 10cm squared. This might seem exaggerated, but it isn't. The first night wasn't as bad, but the second was worse, and one of the Sergeys, the one in my room, who said we might as well leave the flies alone, asked to have the flyswatter from me and went on a frenzy, pretty accurate, might I add. This is just to show that there were a LOT of flies. What had to be done was hunt the flies for a while, turn off the light, before more arrived, let the darkness lull the remaining ones to sleep, then we could try to sleep, because they would otherwise land on us, like on our face. The same went for the morning. As soon as the sun rises, the flies woke up, flew around, and landed on us, waking us up... twas around 5 in the morning, and we only really got to bed at midnight, on average.
There we are, hope this is interesting :D
--Scott
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