Kill the bastards
Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
160Trip End Oct 25, 2010
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Well, that was me trying to be tough. I give up, I am European, I am going to complain. I am not feeling better, worse if anything. Precious days are spent in my dorm bunk bed, which is fine to crash in after an adventurous day, but now it feels like a prison cell.
My body, shoulders, neck and head hurt, food has lost its meaning, the crashing of the waves, the screaming of the children, the brightness of the light, everything irritates me. I desperately want to leave Coffee Bay, as if that might lift some kind of spell, but to go where I want to go a 4 by 4 is required. Apparently someone might be passing who could take me there, but his or her phone is down and as yet another day passes I am told to be patient. Not one of my virtues, I am afraid, I wish I wasn't dependent. I wish I could trust myself to rent a car.
I thought a massage would do me good and staggered to the Bomvu, maybe a 7 minute walk. I waited, and waited. Soon. She would be there soon. She didn't come. Dragging myself back to the lodge I bump into her, tidying the beach with local kids. Great. I mean that. She had bookings in the afternoon, then she had to cook....her voice drifted off. When? Maybe tomorrow. I hope to be gone by then. OK, try lunch time.
It's lunchtime now and I have spent any energy I had. Also I just remembered yesterday I optimistically booked a guided tour for this afternoon. Stupid. But I shall try, might do me good, might snap out of it.
So I am not sick enough to be past caring, but extremely frustrated, as you may have guessed. Mentally kicking and screaming.
You come to Africa having heard horrendous stories of people bitten by scorpions, snakes, monkeys and god knows what, but ticks, has anyone heard a chilling, heroic tale of being bitten by a tick?
Can anybody tell me what purpose ticks serve anyway? No? Then kill the bastards, all of them.
Did I really say that? I who will apologise for accidentally stepping on an ant? Whatever next? Hunting.....?