Before I even set out for this adventure, the Whitsundays was the place I wanted to go. In my head it was going to be this place that was breathtaking. What I failed to notice in all the photos of this area were these little insects called March Flies. If hell had insects, these creatures would be it. They are big with a bite that hurts.
There’s no stopping these flies. I attract them at a higher rate than undesirable men – hard to believe but true! All day they buzzed all around me like secret service ensuring that I was fully covered. It didn’t matter if I was on the yacht or walking through the bush or splashing around the water – they were there stalking me. I don’t know why I’m so desirable to them. Is it my blood…my inability to kill them on first swat…my lack of eau de bushman…my freak out potential when they buzz around me head? Whatever it is, I know I’ll have to get the cure fast as I’ve heard we’ll meet once again on Fraser Island.