I am standing in the middle of the creek, motionless. The sky is blue with no clouds and the sun is shining brightly. A soft tropical breeze is swaying the tree canopy which seems over 20 meters above. Boy, the trees are tall in this place. I love the breeze, it sooths you from the scorching heat and kind of deters some of the flying hematophagous insects. The only downside is that the same breeze that keeps flying insects away, gets you filled with what I call, kamikaze insects. These insects which live way up high in the densely, vegetated tree branches are knocked off in large amounts by the breeze. Trust me, it is hard to stand still when you have a couple of unidentified insects walking on your neck or even worse when they start venturing into your ear. I swat the insects off and again assume my motionless position, just like a Queen’s guard, but in a wetsuit.