WHAT WENT WRONG ?
Let ’ s step back a little . At first sight of this campsite , I noted along the river ' s opposite bank the large stand of mangroves . It was not ideal as far as mozzies go , but it was quite a wide waterway , and the gentle breeze was favourable and blowing away from the us . Our side of the river was stepped up high from the lapping water – 10 to 15m or thereabouts , which gave me some comfort to not worry about mozzies . The wafts of smoke from our campfire blended perfectly with the sunset and provided a somewhat natural barrier to biting insects … or so I thought .
Once we ’ d cooked and eaten , chewed the fat over what route we may take over the coming days and sipped our last cold drink , we were soon ready to hit the sack at a decent hour .
Our camper is well-sealed via windows and insect screens , and we have a permanent bed setup that allows for quick and easy ingress . Given that we ' d not been bitten around the campfire or while cooking or eating , we figured we had plenty of time to prepare ourselves for bed , flick the lights off , and enjoy another great night ' s sleep in the Australian bush .
Then , just a few short hours later , we woke to the annoying sounds of flying , buzzing insects .
We started to itch and scratch .
Still water and mangroves , the perfect breeding grounds for midges .
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