The route was scenic, and the dolphins delightful, but we spent two days intermittently battling horrid, blood-thirsty, biting flies that descended from nowhere and attacked without mercy. No one dared move about on deck without swatter in hand, whaling away maniacally at the simultaneous attacks from multiple fronts. Watch your leg! No, your neck! Eek, your arm! So as not to have to sleep with the beasts, we rapidly secured the screens to protect the interior of the boat. Once secured, Tate went through the boat dispatching countless numbers of them, although we heard gleeful updates from below, 18! 22! Eerily, like something from a horror movie, they gathered outside on said screens and sat there peering in. Although we never officially identified the species that desperately needed to die, we used many creative names (not all of which should be repeated on a family-friendly blog …), finally settling on Bast*$% Bugs!
Our Travels 