Bec finding garlic at Baimaru.
The brief storm quickly relented. Soon enough, we were inundated with termites. These horrible creatures formed clouds across the river. Completely invasive, they were flying into our ears, eyes, and down our clothing. Bec opened her umbrella. We huddled close underneath it, with our backs to the bow. We could not swipe them off quickly enough. Removing a few just meant more would take their place. This was our ritual for the next half hour.
KAPUNA 