There are alot of mosquitos here. I mean I knew there would be mosquitos but dang! Last night they completely devoured and ate me alive. The doctor told me the best defense is to wear long sleeves in the evening but did I listen? Of course not it's insanely hot. I wore a wife beater and pajama bottoms to bed and about halfway through the night I woke up and had the sense to pull the covers over me but the damage was already done. I am covered from head to toe in mosquito bites. I scratch about every two seconds and I think I probably look like a crackhead in need of a hit scratching my neck, rubbing my arm and my legs. Masake looked at my arm and said I'm glad you're on malaria pills! I'm sure she was joking.
Senegal is in the midst of Ramadan which I will be sure to write about soon but first I must scratch an itch.
Senegal is in the midst of Ramadan which I will be sure to write about soon but first I must scratch an itch.
