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Our hotel in Cambodia had a comfortable mosquito covering. Luckily a malaria-free trip!
My beautiful girlfriend and I spent a few weeks travelling around SE Asia in January 2010. We arrived in Hanoi and travelled around northern Vietnam for half the trip. Later we went down to Siem Reap to spend a week exploring Angkor Wat. While travelling, I also brought my camera gear and took a lot of photos. Hope you enjoy them.
- Mendoza - Argentina
Tibu = Gusty = Seba @
En soled busco mi libertad!!!
Guía para Prevenir el Contagio de Dengue
Primero :Mantenga la Calma .
Segundo : Ponga su mejor disponibilidad e inteligencia para leer y poner en práctica estas indicaciones.
Tercero : Acepte rápidamente que esto lo resuelve usted, su familia, la comunidad, el pueblo, ORGANIZANDOSE. No se queden esperando a las autoridades sanitarias, ni las fumigaciones de la municipalidad de su zona
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Cuarto : Informe a vecinos y miembros de su comunidad o pueblo en general, por todas las vias posibles, por todos los medios que estén a su alcance y haciendo esta información comprensible a todas las personas.
Haga copias de este texto, déselo a otras personas, péguelo en lugares públicos, hable con todas las personas que conozca.
TRANSMITA a quienes tienen pocos recursos educativos TODA ESTA INFORMACIÓN, asegúrese que la comprende, ayúdelo a ponerlo en práctica para todo el grupo familiar.
Quinto: Ponga en alerta a todas las organizaciones sociales que conozca o en las que participe. Sindicatos, iglesias, escuelas, clubes, organizaciones sociales, bares donde se reúne con amigos, almacen del pueblo, todos los lugares donde se junta la gente en su pueblo o ciudad.
Explíqueles que ELLOS pueden evitar la propagación de esta epidemia si se organizan en un frente comun contra el mosquito.
Informe a toda persona conocida por usted :
El mosquito vive en el agua clara , que parece limpia y se junta en las gomas, los tachos, los algibes, cacharros, chapas acanaladas que juntan agua , tanques de agua sin tapa, floreros (recordar el cementerio, los desarmaderos de coches, las gomerias, los fondos de las casas).
El agua acumulada en las lonas de los camiones transporta el mosquito y la larva de una zona con epidemia a otra que aún no la tiene.
En las aguas turbias, marrones u oscuras NO vive el mosquito ( cañadas, zanjas, represas)
El mosquito que transmite el dengue, pica de dia solamente. Pueden usted y los suyos descansar tranquilo para volver a la lucha durante el día siguiente.
Matando al mosquito se acaba el contagio de la enfermedad.
LA PELEA ES CONTRA EL MOSQUITO
El Dengue no se transmite de persona a persona.
La transmisión es persona infectada ---- mosquito que la pica ---- mosquito pica a otra persona
no hay que esperar a que vengan de la municipalidad a fumigar : NO sirve para nada, Nunca llegan a tiempo. En general ni llegan.
los tanques que no tienen tapa ( muchisimos) : se pueden poner un plastico que tape la boca y un hilo o soga atado alrededor.
los algibes y tanques de agua potable abiertos (los de 200 litros que usan en los barrios donde no hay agua corriente) se pueden tapar con plastico atado alrededor con soga o hilo.
LOS SINTOMAS DE LA ENFERMEDAD SON una gripe muy fuerte, la peor que hayan tenido, con mucho dolor de huesos. Dura de 5 a 9 dias. Si una persona se vuelve a infectar, la enfermedad es más grave cada vez que la vuelve a tener.
Cuidar especialmente a :
-Las embarazadas, a las que provoca parto prematuro. NO PRODUCE aborto ni malformaciones al bebé.
- A los ancianos, porque muchos tienen diabetes, insuficiencia cardiaca y otras cosas que los hace mas débiles a una fiebre tan alta.
-A los bebes hasta tres años porque se deshidratan mucho mas facilmente que los niños mas grandecitos.
-Portadores de HIV-Sida porque tienen menos defensas.
-Los que tienen insuficiencia renal y estan en hemodialisis, porque tienen menos defensas.
-Los que toman antinflamatorios por ejemplo reumaticos , o usen corticoides por (ejemplo asmaticos) tienen menos defensas que los demas. Estos pacientes a veces, por sus enfermedades o los medicamentos que toman, no tienen fiebres altas al principio y se detecta muy tarde su contagio de Dengue.
USO DE REPELENTES
si la economia lo permite el repelente debe usarse de día, cada 2-3 hs y en la dosis minima. No exagerar con esto porque es una piretrina y es toxica.
Los bebés menores de dos meses NO PUEDEN UTILIZAR REPELENTE, buscar una tela de tul y dejarlos debajo de él.
Se puede usar jugo de limon como repelente. pero no es muy efectivo lo mejor es frotar hojas de citronela
Si se puede, dentro de la casa usar piretrinas (Ej Kaotrina) diluidas en agua "1sobresito en un litro de agua " y pasar el lampazo una o dos veces por dia, eso ahuyenta moscas y mosquitos y no es toxico para humanos y animales
Los perros gatos, etc, NO TRANSMITEN LA ENFERMEDAD..
The newly built hide looks out over a pond. I had not beforehand reckoned to take shots of mosquito's… But many mosquito's were skimming above the water, sometimes sitting down on the water and suddenly jumping in the air.
de Havilland Mosquito scanned image from the Permann Collection--Please tag these photos so information can be recorded.---Note: This material may be protected by Copyright Law (Title 17 U.S.C.)--Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum
Low flying mosquito sprayer making the rounds up and down the Red River Valley in Fargo/Moorhead. You can make out the contrails which contain the medicine for the mosquitoes.
I found this 3-4 mm long mosquito wriggler in a small pond at my home. Note the wings, legs and antennae developing beneath a tight larval stage skin. It will burst out of that skin one day and take to the sky without a single flying lesson.
Being transformed is not just something that happens to insects. It is something that should be happening to us too. Not as a thing you see in the body but as a transformation of our innermost being. There remains an open invitation to be freed from the tyranny of a limited life. We are welcome to live instead in the guaranteed eternity Jesus has won for us.
Pemba Bay, Mozambique. These women are fishing with mosquito nets. A very destructive way of fishing, because even the tiniest fish is caught.
Mosquito Creek in North Vancouver, BC is normally just a trickle of water but the winter rains have turned this creek into a rushing torrent.
This mosquito was standing on mango bud. May be it's a male aedes mosquito. The picture was taken in reverse macro with 18-55 mm kit lens.
This story actually happened two nights ago, but it's taken us awhile to write it out; also, we don't have a proper photo for it, so I'm using this map of the bay instead. Mosquito Bay is on the south side of the island of Vieques. It's a really long story, too, but I hope it's interesting.
In any case, 7:45 Monday night found Katy and I sitting on kayaks in the middle of Mosquito Bay under a cloud-dappled night sky, splashing our hands through warm waters which glowed brightly through our fingers. This bay is one of a handful around the world which are home to permanent colonies of phosphorescent dynoflagellates, microorganisms which bioluminesce when agitated; Mosquito Bay is said to have the largest concentration in the world, creating swirling maelstroms of pale blue light around any disturbance in the water, and we were taking an organized night tour of the bay. Our paddle strokes flashed and sparked, and at one point a fish skimmed past our kayak, leaving a fizzing contrail of light behind it. Later, when our tour group was anchored to a buoy, Katy even joined the rest of the tour in plunging into the bay, becoming instantly enveloped in a shimmering cloud, her slightest motion transcribed in light.
Needless to say, it was an extraordinarily memorable, sublime experience, but I don't believe it would be an exaggeration to say that it pales to insignificance beside the story of the magnificently sketchy process which brought us to the middle of that bay. The evening began innocently enough, when we asked our hostess at the hotel, a truly wonderful woman with wild white hair and a distracted disposition, how we would go about touring the bioluminescent bay. She graciously leapt to our assistance and made the arrangements for our tour by phone, all while repeatedly trying and failing to pour herself a cup of coffee from an empty carafe.
She told us we'd be picked up by the tour operator, Anastasio, at six pm, and indeed, at 6:20 on the dot, a dilapidated blue van rumbled to a stop in front of the hotel. The girl in the passenger seat was unable to slide the side door open from the inside, however, and directed Katy to help by prying at the far edge of the door while she pushed from her side. When this also failed to work she got out of the car and tried again, unsuccessfully, to open the door. At this point the driver, a teenage girl whom Anastasio would later fondly refer to as his son, came around the van and, deftly placing a hand in either side of the door, expertly levered it open.
Made nervous by the awkward delay, Katy and I quickly climbed into the van, and so it was not until we were fully inside that we paused to take stock of its contents. As our eyes adjusted to the gloom we saw two bucket seats, each of which had originally graced the interiors of entirely different vehicles, arranged in a kind of loose curve facing toward the sliding door, their yellow foam bulging proudly through threadbare upholstery. These were followed closely behind by a small red bench seat at the back of the van, whose springs would later prove to have long since lost their buoyancy. This relatively conventional seating was augmented by an upturned plastic crate squeezed behind the driver's seat and a rusty spare tire with a cushion on it which sat on the floor by the door.
As for the rest of the interior, the van looked more or less as though someone had rubbed a steak over the walls, then locked a bear inside. The console against the right wall was entirely destroyed, with only a few pieces of particleboard and vinyl remaining as a grisly reminder. The walls had at some point been covered with a light brown fabric the texture of burlap, which was now stained and tattered; entire portions were supported solely by strips of lathe screwed into the sheet metal. Similar strips were used to hold up the distended brown ceiling fabric, which had separated entirely from the ceiling and now hung in voluptuous folds across the width of the car, rubbing our heads affectionately.
We took our seats at the back as the engine roared to life, filling the van with the overwhelming smell of exhaust fumes, and we bounced across the length Vieques to the upscale end of the island. The van stopped beside a small knot of spandexed tourists and we were finally introduced to Anastasio, who exuberantly flung open the door and greeted us warmly; behind him the tourists' bored expressions were turning to horrified disbelief.
Anastasio quickly ushered most of the group into the van, filling it to its improvised capacity of 8 (the cushioned tire accommodated two), and we continued on. Introductions were hastily made all around, and we all laughed nervously about the van's decrepit condition, joking, when we turned down a narrow, densely wooded dirt track, about this being one of those movies where no one comes back alive. There was a thoughtful pause at this, followed by an uneasy silence while our young driver maneuvered around the enormous craters and gullies which comprised the roadbed.
We finally arrived at one of several small docks jutting through the mangroves into the bay, and were soon rejoined by Anastasio with a trailer of kayaks. He and his assistants launched us into the bay, then told us to wait there while more of our group arrived. This gave us ample time to observe the other tours which were already departing from the neighboring docks, and which seemed somewhat better organized. One group, for example, had evidently each been assigned numbers beforehand, and their guide called them together by this number before they left, his strong, clear voice carrying confidently across the water. This was comforting while it lasted, but soon the groups were all gone and we were left drifting silently beside the shadowy mangroves.
Eventually we were joined by our guide, Javier, a man we'd not met before getting in the water and who turned out to not speak any English. Luckily one of our group was able to translate his announcement that he would keep us together by periodically calling out "ding ding", to which we should all reply, as a group, "ding ding". So we finally set off across the bay, its dark water shimmering in our wake, surounded by a hoarse, echoing chorus of "ding ding".
When we reached a buoy near the middle of the bay, Javier tied our boats together and announced, through his volunteer translator, that this was a bioluminescent bay, and that the light came from microorganisms. When it became apparent that this was all he had to say on the subject, the translator offered some additional information of her own, and other members of the group submitted what facts they'd read beforehand. Then Javier said it was time for swimming, which is where we began our story.
After the kayaking we were ushered back into the van and driven back toward our hotel without further excitement, although the first pair to be dropped off were unable to slide the van's stubborn side door closed, so Anastasio's daughter suggested they just leave it open to help us get more fresh air. It did help clear the exhaust fumes, not to mention letting us more quickly leap out when we reached the foot of our hotel's hill, assuring them that this was close enough before hurrying up the hill to safety.
So, that's the story of our transcendent experience in Mosquito Bay, and the much more worldly adventure which surrounded it.
some of the UK Mosquito species i have collected recently, the two large flies at the bottom are Asilids (Robber-flies)
(best viewed large) the biggest one in the middle is Culiseta annulata, Britains largest mosquito, 7 - 10mm body length. there are two others of this species, some Aedes cantans, and Culex sp.....
You have to be from Ecuador, Colombia or Venezuela for this combination of colors to give you a strong feeling of pride or nostalgia.
You see, all three countries share the national colors of yellow, blue and red. The countries' flags differ only slightly.
The Venezuelan flag, the flag of my birthplace, has yellow, blue and red stripes of equal width, with an arc of stars centered in the blue stripe. On some occasions, the Venezuelan flag appears with the nation's coat of arms in the upper left corner.
Last I heard, Venezuela's current dictator had mandated a change in the flag. You see, there is a horse in the coat of arms and, while there's nothing wrong with that, the horse is moving to the right! Or maybe the horse is moving to the left but is looking over its shoulder to the right.
So, not unlike the Red Queen in Alice in Wonderland, Mr. Chavez ordered that henceforth any horses on Venezuelan flags would be facing unequivocally in the direction he believes he is leading the nation: to the left. (If Chavez were honest with himself and the rest of the world, the horse on the flag would be headed downhill in a Soviet Russian fighter.)
But I digress. On the Ecuadorian and Colombian flags, the yellow stripe takes up the top half of the flag, with the blue and red sharing the bottom equally. As far as I can tell, the only difference between the Colombian and Ecuadorian flags is in the coat of arms at the flag's center.
Oddly, our American colors of red, white and blue don't pull on my heartstrings nearly as much as the Venezuelan tricolor. Or at all, for that matter. I think the colors' sybolism may vary from country to country and perhaps even over time. When I was little, I learned the yellow represented the gold of the New World (they didn't spend much time explaining to us that the gold was looted and squandered in European wars); the blue, the ocean separating the Old World from the New; and the red, the blood shed to secure the country's freedom from wicked old Spain.
With that preface, you can imagine how delighted I was to pass this soccer stadium near the outskirts of Ecuador sporting the yellow, blue and red.
It is no coincidence that these countries share the same national colors. All three were members of a short-lived union called "Gran Colombia."
According to Wikipedia,
"Gran Colombia (Spanish for "Great Colombia'") is a name used today for the state that encompassed a great part of the territory of northern South America and part of southern Central America during the years 1819 to 1831."
" This short-lived republic encompassed the territories of present-day Colombia, Venezuela, Ecuador, and Panama. The first three were the successor states to Gran Colombia at its dissolution. Since its territory corresponded more or less to the original jurisdiction of the former Viceroyalty of New Granada, it also claimed the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica, the Mosquito Coast, "Guayana Esequiba" in Guyana and small parts of what today are Peru and Brazil."
"Its existence was marked by a struggle between those who supported a highly centralized state with a strong presidency and those who supported a decentralized, federal form of government."
"At the same time another, three-way, political division emerged between those who supported the legitimacy of the Constitution of Cúcuta, which created the nation, and two groups who sought to do away with the Constitution, either in favor of breaking up the nation into smaller republics or maintaining the union but creating an even stronger presidency."
"The faction that favored constitutional rule coalesced around Vice-President Francisco de Paula Santander, while those that supported the creation of an even stronger presidency were led by President Simón Bolívar."
"The two originally had been allies in the war against Spanish rule, but by 1825 their differences had become public and were an important part of the political instability from that year onward."
There were no mosquitoes at Mosquito Lakes, because this was October & it was quite chilly up here in the high elevations (8260') of Ebbetts Pass. The bugs tend to die when the weather gets cold, so you best have that zero degree sleeping bag if you wanna camp here. This is a very popular fishing spot!
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Work in progress, a de Havilland DH.98 Mosquito awaits its restoration.
Paul Allen's Flying Heritage Collection
Paine Field in Everett, WA.
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We have been having a lot of rain and thunderstorms. The place is starting to look like a jungle.. and don't get me started on the mosquitos!! As I turn off the computer during lighting storms, I have been, and may be, over the next day or so, off flickr. I do try to catch up, so bear with me! All the dams and rivers are pretty full these days and our water table is so high that it is only a couple of feet down!! Glad my basement doesn't leak!