Nap time

The mosquito's at Antelope park are BAD, which kind of ruins the camping a little bit.  This evening I counted 32 in my shower cubicle.  The nice man who comes around each morning and afternoon checking this that and the other said that they sprayed three weeks ago and, to his credit, the spray was back on later today.

The boy has his own little tent (well, travel cot / play pen) which is mosquito proof, at night it's a tent in a tent, during the day, a lovely outside cot with a breeze for his morning and afternoon nap.  He has a pretty good life really and truly. 

This evening there was food overload and he gave up eating his yoghurt in favour of smearing it on anything close by - me, him, the blanket we were sat on.  What was clear was how much fun this was.  In reality, it means a nice lot of hand washing for me in the morning.  

Dirk had been a little worried last night that our portable fridge / cooler box would be 'investigated' by others as it's kept near-ish to us but plugged into the mains electricity.  It took us until mid-day to realise that the limited alcohol we had was still there, but our Christmas treat chocolate had been taken.  Very, very annoying.