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July 31, 2005Rafina hotels
As I am soon making my way to Greece, as at the beginning of this blog, I would like to make a few comments about various hotels in Rafina. I will probably stay the night at one of them when I arrive in Greece. The Avra is a recently upgraded hotel down on the front of Rafina. As I mentioned earlier, it used to be a mosquito trap, and in fact one of my most memorable mosquito battles was there. There was a crap mosquito who I could feel every time it landed on my face or anywhere else on my skin; the special chemical it puts on the skin so you can't feel it land must have been ineffective. At first, I flicked the biting insect off with my sheet. It tried again landing on my face, but again I thwacked it with the upper part of the sheet. The mosquito was stunned by my impudence. It tried again, this time on my knuckles, but I could feel its legs crouching there. I waved it off brusquely. This really got it. It could not believe my arrogance at denying it the right to my blood. First all its whine got louder and louder and angrier, as if warning me not to mess with it. But that didn't work, and once again, I swiped it off. It was all or nothing. Divebomb kamikaze time. The mosquito plunged through the air at me again and again and again, each time being rebuffed. This was no way to get to sleep, being attacked by a raging flying insect. Eventually I turned on the light, stalked the mosquito, found it lurking on the wall to regenerate, and killed it with a rolled up newspaper. Comments
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