Here’s the approach to the rock at the very northernmost tip of Australia.
I can laugh about it now (well, almost), but just ask my husband…I have been grumpily uncomfortable for the past few days.
It was a typical night as far as this far north Queensland portion of our road trip goes.
We had just arrived back at the station where we’d left our caravan before driving up the last few hundred kilometres of Cape York peninsula. A wise decision. The one and only developmental road up to the very northernmost tip of Australia was a mixture of some short bitumen sections amongst kilometres and kilometres of diabolical potholes and dirt corrugations that juttered the heebie bajeebies out of our four wheel drive. If we’d been towing our little caravan it may not have made it back in one piece!
But now here we were back (oh bliss), to the comfort of our caravan after five nights of tent camping while we were up the Cape.
For my readers who may not be familiar with Cape York, it is a wild and spectacular part of Australia. It has the diversity of rainforests, tropical beaches, the Great Barrier Reef, savannah country, rugged ranges, and beautiful rivers and waterways. Far north Queensland is also home to the infamous salt water crocodile and being “croc wise” is a real thing to be aware of, as well as only swimming at beaches with nets for marine stingers (which can be fatal), and not approaching cassowaries (if you’re lucky enough to see one).
Yet it wasn’t any of these creatures which attacked me that night.
My attacker is small and ferocious and relentlessly attacks any area of weakness, unless of course you don’t have the type of blood or skin it’s after (like my husband 🙄).
“Let’s walk up to where we can get a phone signal” suggests my husband this night.
Now usually I’d be completely covered if venturing forth from behind the safety of the fly screened tent or van at night, but for whatever reason I replied “Sure,” and gave my T-shirt covered arms and shorts covered legs a quick spray before joining my husband outside at night. 😳
Later, I started to itch, and itch, and itch. Sleep evaded me.
Yes, I am very allergic to mosquitoes. A single bite erupts into a hard big red lump that itches incessantly and takes a week before it starts to subside. Up to this point I had been meticulous about applying the tropical Deet spray and was proud of the fact I had survived all our camping adventures thus far bite free!
But the morning light revealed mosquitoes had found me in the very area I forgot to spray…my neck!!! I stopped counting the bites when I got past thirty five, and in misery stared at my lumpy and red reflection wondering how I could have been so stupid to let down my guard like that!
I could try and draw some neat spiritual lesson from this whole experience…but the reality is sometimes we just do dumb things when we know better, and must suffer the consequences.
I thank God for antihistamine, calamine lotion, and ice-packs.
And I’m working on not grumbling. 😉