Mozzies are like a younger sibling where the more you try to get rid of him – the more he’ll keep buzzing around you. I am aware of this fact and have come to terms with my relationship with this particular insect and so before leaving Auckland, I made sure to stock up on an assortment of tropical strength sprays and gels with 80% DEET to ensure that I could be mosquito proof the entire time I was in the Cooks.
Unfortunately, I might as well have just flushed money down the drain as it didn’t repel the invincible mozzies that live on these islands. It really didn’t matter how much DEET I’ve covered up with (I might as well be radioactive at this stage) – they were still coming after me like I was fresh meat on the island. Just hours after landing, not only had I been bit from head to toe but the freaky fellas have also managed to get me just behind the ear – why are my ears always getting assaulted? ARG!
I’m not even a week in and covered in little red welts an every inch of exposed skin that looked biteable to these critters. There is nothing attractive about this and just as I start recovering, I got a whole fresh set of bites. As it stands right now, the final tally is dismal and just embarrassing on my part: Mozzies 27…Shazza 0.