Along with the exciting buildup to my upcoming Zanzibar holiday, comes the slightly less exciting experience of preventative medication. Cutting back on the socializing in order to pay for medicine when one is not actually sick is a bitter pill to swallow. And I mean that literally. Monday brought the nervous swallow of my first Mefliam malaria tablet as part of a two week trial to see if I experience any of the fun side effects before I leave.
So far so good...
My premeditative malaria paranoia stems from the fact that I am a mosquito magnet. Less than 2 minutes in a room with the buggers (pardon the pun) and they're feasting on my sweet flesh without another soul even aware of a buzz in the air. There is something to be said for their manners because the evil spawns of the devil never seem to buzz and chew at the same time.
Sharing my malaria mosquito fear with others has, on more than one occasion, lead to the question whether some people have "sweeter" scents that mosquitoes find preferable to others. In my opinion, this possibility is much more likely than the suggestion that...ahem...the whiteness of my skin attracts them in the dark. But, I am a student and so - in the scientific pursuit of knowledge - I'm putting the hypotheses out there for all you Google and Wiki obsessives to go prove or refute.
What I do know is that I've scored particularly well in the "smells nicer" category on Facebook's Compare people application. Coincidence? I think perhaps not...
(Yes, I am a scientist.)
Speaking of shweeeetness and bitter pills, Monday was also Paul's 33rd birthday. No no, that's just the sweet part. Also sweet was the champagne we drank on Table Mountain in celebration of the joyous occasion. The beautiful sunset and perfect weather was equally sugary. The bitterness only seeped in when Eskom once again graced us with its incompetence by bestowing a city center power cut upon our perfectly sweet evening, leaving us stranded on the mountain until 1am the next morning. Still, even that was bittersweet since we could've been stuck in the cable car when the power went out.
All things considered bittersweet at least evens things out.
As someone else I don't know said: Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half empty. I see a glass that's twice as big as it needs to be.
So far so good...
My premeditative malaria paranoia stems from the fact that I am a mosquito magnet. Less than 2 minutes in a room with the buggers (pardon the pun) and they're feasting on my sweet flesh without another soul even aware of a buzz in the air. There is something to be said for their manners because the evil spawns of the devil never seem to buzz and chew at the same time.
Sharing my malaria mosquito fear with others has, on more than one occasion, lead to the question whether some people have "sweeter" scents that mosquitoes find preferable to others. In my opinion, this possibility is much more likely than the suggestion that...ahem...the whiteness of my skin attracts them in the dark. But, I am a student and so - in the scientific pursuit of knowledge - I'm putting the hypotheses out there for all you Google and Wiki obsessives to go prove or refute.
What I do know is that I've scored particularly well in the "smells nicer" category on Facebook's Compare people application. Coincidence? I think perhaps not...
(Yes, I am a scientist.)
Speaking of shweeeetness and bitter pills, Monday was also Paul's 33rd birthday. No no, that's just the sweet part. Also sweet was the champagne we drank on Table Mountain in celebration of the joyous occasion. The beautiful sunset and perfect weather was equally sugary. The bitterness only seeped in when Eskom once again graced us with its incompetence by bestowing a city center power cut upon our perfectly sweet evening, leaving us stranded on the mountain until 1am the next morning. Still, even that was bittersweet since we could've been stuck in the cable car when the power went out.
All things considered bittersweet at least evens things out.
As someone else I don't know said: Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half empty. I see a glass that's twice as big as it needs to be.
PAUL, NITAKI & SUPERJACO ON TABLE MOUNTAIN BEFORE THINGS WENT PEARSHAPED
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Who's the tall guy on the left of the picture?
:-) Baie nice
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