Curse of the Chickens
December 11, 2006
It’s raining. We are still in Mozambique. The rain is cool and refreshing, a nice respite from the heat of the sun.
We are all sunburned and sandy, enjoying the beach and all that it has to offer. While the mosquitoes are bad, the chicken pox is worse.
One of the reasons we chose to stay at Willy’s Chateau is that he has a six year old daughter who gets on well with Zachary. She is in school now. She finished up for the holidays the day we arrived. Her mom told us at that time that she had just finished a bout with the chicken pox. Apparently her entire class had it at one point or another.
We said, no big deal, Z man has been vaccinated against that. She informed us that Claudia had also, but she still suffered from it, although not as badly as those who had not been vaccinated.
At first we thought it was bug bites that appeared overnight all over his face. We were a little alarmed when more appeared the next morning on his ears, elbows, and ankles. We were even more distressed when we picked him up and discovered that he was on fire! Our first thought was Malaria as this is a heavy Malaria region. We decided to wait it out and see what happened. This morning he awoke with less red spots and a lower fever. Hopefully the worst is over.
We took a nice walk up the beach yesterday. Apparently ours is the cheapest hotel on the stretch. Our cabin is situated so that we are privy to all traffic coming and going. There are many South Africans showing up every day. They come complete with motor boats, sea doos, and ATV’s. They park their extra rigs right outside our place and fire up their toys at all hours of the day and night. Today we finally managed to convince the owner that we should be moved to a different unit. It will be a little better.
I see a lot of Kansas farm boys here. Baseball caps, cutoffs, and red necks. They play their music loud, stick to themselves, and ignore the fact that there are others around. They are friendly enough until they discover that we don’t speak Afrikaans and then they don’t have much to say. It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to put up with their music and motor toys.
Oh well, we’re in Mozambique, on one of the most beautiful beaches I have seen. I need to focus on the positive.
MJR
It’s raining. We are still in Mozambique. The rain is cool and refreshing, a nice respite from the heat of the sun.
We are all sunburned and sandy, enjoying the beach and all that it has to offer. While the mosquitoes are bad, the chicken pox is worse.
One of the reasons we chose to stay at Willy’s Chateau is that he has a six year old daughter who gets on well with Zachary. She is in school now. She finished up for the holidays the day we arrived. Her mom told us at that time that she had just finished a bout with the chicken pox. Apparently her entire class had it at one point or another.
We said, no big deal, Z man has been vaccinated against that. She informed us that Claudia had also, but she still suffered from it, although not as badly as those who had not been vaccinated.
At first we thought it was bug bites that appeared overnight all over his face. We were a little alarmed when more appeared the next morning on his ears, elbows, and ankles. We were even more distressed when we picked him up and discovered that he was on fire! Our first thought was Malaria as this is a heavy Malaria region. We decided to wait it out and see what happened. This morning he awoke with less red spots and a lower fever. Hopefully the worst is over.
We took a nice walk up the beach yesterday. Apparently ours is the cheapest hotel on the stretch. Our cabin is situated so that we are privy to all traffic coming and going. There are many South Africans showing up every day. They come complete with motor boats, sea doos, and ATV’s. They park their extra rigs right outside our place and fire up their toys at all hours of the day and night. Today we finally managed to convince the owner that we should be moved to a different unit. It will be a little better.
I see a lot of Kansas farm boys here. Baseball caps, cutoffs, and red necks. They play their music loud, stick to themselves, and ignore the fact that there are others around. They are friendly enough until they discover that we don’t speak Afrikaans and then they don’t have much to say. It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to put up with their music and motor toys.
Oh well, we’re in Mozambique, on one of the most beautiful beaches I have seen. I need to focus on the positive.
MJR
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