Author’s note: This post is part of my series on my recent trip to Honduras. To read more, click here.
After the sun dipped below the sea, it was time to take a walk along West Bay beach and scope out a place to eat. Diane from West Bay B&B had given me a little hand-made drawing of the beach and listed all her favorite places to eat. As a lover of Argentinian food, I decided to try the Argentinian parrilla or grill. But first I wanted to explore a little further down the beach and snap a few more photos especially because the crowds had died down and only a few remained to catch the last rays of light of the day.
I had heard about the lore of the sandfly while researching the trip. The travel health clinic told me to make sure I brought along lots of DEET to ward off these nasty critters and also keep away the other unwanted guests: The malaria-carrying mosquitos. In the joy of finally being in paradise I somehow simply forgot to spray it on. I would learn latter that it was a huge mistake.
I did a google search on sandflies to show you what they look like and can do to the skin. It isn’t pretty. Two weeks after being home, my legs are still covered in these itchy, reddish bites!
As it approached six, I was famished and it was time to find myself a seat at the outdoor Argentinian Grill. Naive and “fresh off the boat”, I was the perfect meal for the sandflies. They started to get me slowly, a little bite here and little bite there, until I simply had to wolf down my food as fast as I could and leave before my entire body was covered in itchy bites. Talk about an unexpected, unwanted guest!
But on the positive note (as there always must be one in my book), the food was fantastic and the views made up for the fact that my legs were covered in welts.
I returned to my room, itchy as hell but excited for my morning ahead. Before heading off to sleep, I made sure I placed my bug spray in my bag. I also realized I didn’t have any itch creme!