Holy moly, May 24 comes around and all of a sudden we’re inundated by them! Everywhere I go, they’re there, bumping into me, getting right up in my face. In the village, I can’t seem to turn around without careening into a whole horde of them: they’re just milling around behind me, getting in the way, getting in my personal space. And out in the bush or on the lake it’s even worse. There’s just no rest from them. It’s driving me crazy. What’s that? You thought I was talking about the tourists?