tiny pissing sandflies. Literally. Tiny sandflies that urinate on you, for whatever reason, producing a welt on skin twenty times the size if the offending insect itself.
why would it want to do that?
In conjunction with the giant drilling mossies they cause ulcerated raised marks all over the already tender skin.
Mossies with a proboscis that drills into you. Dozens of them on you.
'THEY GET YOU WHILE YOU SLEEP', says Tropical Skin-Disease Boy.
"The worse thing you can do is scratch", the local people say.
"No matter how good it initially feels. Resist. Or you're in a whole heap of trouble then"
Guess it's a whole heap of leprotic trouble then.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
"ooh, looks like it might rain", he said.
...and we thought we knew about rain.
Incredible torrents of water fall from the sky thanks to the monsoonal systems passing over the tip of the west over to the Top End; an abundance of pelting precipitation hammers its way down, washing through the streets, gloriously satisfying the catchments with unending dopwnpours, an inundation of water hurling down from the sky.
It is incredible to witness this gushing assaulting deluge as it clean washes the Highways, rises over bridges, runs in streams over the roads, cutting communities off for weeks, forcing us to wait for the all-clear.
"oh, you'll be cut off for six weeks, mate" they say, the friendly assertive making it none the more palatable.
and we thought we knew about rain.
the cloudburst spectacular of a lightning storm in full fury, the heavy dank air full of foreboding, then the crash of rain, the bang of thunder, inches fall in seconds, gutters full with the first fall, water reigns now, and there is nothing we can do about it but watch it all happen.
and we thought we knew about rain.
Incredible torrents of water fall from the sky thanks to the monsoonal systems passing over the tip of the west over to the Top End; an abundance of pelting precipitation hammers its way down, washing through the streets, gloriously satisfying the catchments with unending dopwnpours, an inundation of water hurling down from the sky.
It is incredible to witness this gushing assaulting deluge as it clean washes the Highways, rises over bridges, runs in streams over the roads, cutting communities off for weeks, forcing us to wait for the all-clear.
"oh, you'll be cut off for six weeks, mate" they say, the friendly assertive making it none the more palatable.
and we thought we knew about rain.
the cloudburst spectacular of a lightning storm in full fury, the heavy dank air full of foreboding, then the crash of rain, the bang of thunder, inches fall in seconds, gutters full with the first fall, water reigns now, and there is nothing we can do about it but watch it all happen.
and we thought we knew about rain.
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