...it bugs me to think that I'm posting pictures that will make you think that it's always paradise, our trip... so here's one illustration that it's NOT: this is not a mosquito, it's the mark of a mosquito... I have never ever seen more voracious mosquitos than in Andaman. They were not only numerous and extremely hungry, they were FAST. So you see one, want to be zen and observe it, and suddenly get overwhelmed (e.g. because your son woke up with an unimaginable number of bites covering the entirety of his body) (what is it with Noam's blood that they love so much??) so you just want to "BAM!" kill the bastard (despite your most honorable inner work of compassion) - you most of the time just can't kill them anyway- they're too quick: mosquitoes are normally pretty easy to kill if your killer instinct gets awaked by them: not in Andaman. We understood quickly why every hut (even the cheapest ones) had a mosquito net in it.

Somehow, though, this didn't prevent us from dreaming of (and planning to) staying on longer