Attack of the Giant Mosquitos

I drove from the Basque country into Spain and stayed by a lovely quiet beach called Oyambre.  I have never come across mosquitos in northern Spain before, however, on this night when I went to bed I was woken by things landing on my face.

They buzzed around my ears and sounded like mosquitos, but as I have never had mosquitos dive bomb my face before, I thought they must be flies and couldn’t be bothered to turn the light on the try to swat them.

After being woken several times, I sat up at 3.10am and turned on the light.  My eyes quickly focused on the biggest mosquito I have ever seen.  I splatted him with Alex Ferguson’s autobiography and Sir Alex’s face took the full brunt.  When I looked at Sir Alex again, there was a big smear of blood across his chin. I looked around and saw a couple more and they got the same treatment.  The worrying thing was that each one was full of my blood when being head butted by Sir Alex.  I kept trying to get back to sleep only to be dive bombed again.  The mosquitos kept landing on my face and I just couldn’t sleep.

I think I got around 12 mozzies in total and there was still one flying around when I gave up trying to sleep and dragged myself out of bed at around 8.30am.  The van ceiling and cupboard doors were like something out of a Tarrantino movie and I was knackered.