No. No, of course there are no Mosquitos in Wales in March...yet I still find myself waking up in the middle of the night as I slap my arms in an attempt to kill the absent blood suckers. I have a fear of Mosquitos, a genuine fear. Why then, did I bloody well choose SOUTH EAST ASIA as my next travel destination when I know already that I am going to be eaten alive? If I'm honest, the answer is quite simple: I had an opportunity to travel with James, play a bit of frisbee on some breathtaking tropical beaches, achieve my PADI...and I was drunk. I'd spoken about it briefly with James but ultimately I was a little bit (/a lot) tipsy when I booked my Sky Rewards flight at a bargain price. Thankfully I've
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