The night of my arrival in Barcelona, Venezuela, it was desperately hot and humid. October is a good month for rainfall and the weather was getting its licks in...a regular "stick of water", in the Venezuelan idiom ("un palo de agua"). There were some large number of us...fourteen? Sixteen?...and, if I remember correctly, there was trouble with transportation. It was late late late by the time we got to the apartment where we would spend the night.
We slept on bare mattresses in our skivvies, six or eight of us in the room, and there were MOSQUITOES!!! there as well. (A running theme, perhaps?) We had one or two fans for the whole room, and they did their best, I'm sure, but there wasn't much to be done. I mostly slept very well indeed in Venezuela, but that night was an exception.
The next morning we were packed off to our various final destinations, and my apartment in Maturin was the site of an unpleasant but amusing sleep-related experience too...but we'll save that one for "bug stories" and stick with that first night in Venezuela with the rain pouring down and the bare mattress and the mosquitoes and the room full of breathing.
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