Saturday, April 19, 2008

The Flies

One thing they don’t tell you about this part of the world is that the flies will pester you, sitting on your lips, your nose, your eyes, your ears even, until you’re driven demented. During our travels, Ayers Rock was the worst spot for flies. I was so glad I had bought a fly net ahead of this trip – I carried it around with me all along, but I didn’t need it until we got to Ayers Rock. Poor Brendan didn’t have a net, and had to suffer through the daily onslaught.

Count the number of flies on my back!

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