happy bugs

Happy new year all! I had a lovely party on new year's eve dancing outside under the stars in the middle of South Africa. Actually, I lie slightly. I was dancing. I was outside. I was and still am in South Africa. But I was under a blanket of cloud, prancing around in the mud and felt like I was at a mini-mud Glastonbury. The whole village was heaving with far too many people (although happily we didn't run out of water, probably 'cos it rained so damn much) and the heavens had been open for a good three days. The ground was saturated with water and I considered a piece of cardboard on my butt to be the most efficient method of moving around the place. Nevertheless it was fun. I saw the first sunrise of the year and then flopped to a well earned sleep. 

Since then the sun has been out, the humidity off the scale and the bugs out in force. I was rudely awoken the other night by some weird crunchy, flappity noises. I turned on the light to find a gecko chowing on a praying mantis on the wall right above my pillow. I slept the wrong way round that night. 

Last night I removed a cricket from my head and tonight I have just removed some other flying noisy bug from my bed. The footprints on my loo have been identified as my boyfriend's as he was trapped in there with a deadly poisonous snake blocking his way out. Although he did make it out somehow. Mosquitos have reacqainted themselves with my flesh, flies like my food and we have little piglets running around looking cute. So it's been random. And wildlike-like around here. 

Oh and the visa? Yep that's still trogging along slowly.