Throughout this trip, we've enjoyed very diverse sleeping conditions. From the nicest hostels to old dormitories, sleeping in tents or under the stars (or even in the back of the van), we've tried it all. But lately, every time we camp, it rains. It's going on our nerves.
But the rain isn't the worst part. The worst part is the sunset.
The sunset in this part of the world has a different light, mostly because of the unbelievable clouds of mosquitoes which rise from all circles of Hell to eat us alive. They go through the thickest clothes, they wait for you in your tent and they're thirsty.
I'll have my revenge, one day. Boris will look like a happy cyclist, with lots of dead bugs between his teeth. Just you wait.