Originally posted by paranewbi
In 1976 I crossed the Northern Nicaraguan border after dark. As we approached a soldier in the total darkness and while clinging to the open driver
window, rode with us as a guide into the border station...completely void of light. He motioned us to follow him and as we crossed a tiled entry area
in front of the building, we slid and slipped across the surface as if it was covered in ice.
The constant buzzing around our heads and impacts of unkown flying things were revealed when he opened a door and grabbed us by the clothing, dragging
us into a darkened room and then flipped on what was an office room light. It immediately sounded as if there was rain pounding against the exterior
window but it turned out to be thousands of flying bugs of all differant kinds.
After the immigration process was completed by the half dozen officers in the room, the light went off, the door was opened, and after we exited the
light came back on long enough to help us find our van in the dark out front and get inside. The whole time we had to bend down about 3 feet off the
ground and crouch walk below the line of bug flight as if in a smoke filled room. The tile was slippery from all the carcasses of bugs turned to slime
from walking on them!
We fired up our VW bus and moved a few feet forward to where a rope was strung across the dirt road. A guy came to us with full hoody on revealing
only his eyes, fired up a gas device strapped to his back and completely enveloped our van in a white cloud of smoke...BUG SPRAY! We paid a small sum
and were given a fumigation ticket!
I could never understand what was on our van that was not in the bug filled swamp land we were traversing.
This is what comes to me when I cross the GN fumigation line...off and on enforcement, massive land exposure to any insect, and what of the bug stuck
in all the crap tied down on the top of my van?
AND, it seems to me, how do I know that cinnamon perfume is not just a cover up for something that can kill anything but me? |