The sonic dome was starting to smell from the collective sweat dripping off the backs of daytrippers seeking respite from the afternoon sun, so we had to air the room out for a couple of hours. This morning, as we opened up the pavilion, a lady came out with bites all over her legs and kindly informed us that all hell has broken loose... But of course! The windows in that room opens out to a canal, and opportunistic venetian mozzies must have slipped in, laid low, in wait for the juicy ones. Aparna raced out to get some Baygon(odourless of course) and that should do the trick. No complains thus far.
Update: An ecstatic Chilean lady just emerged from the dome, proclaiming it 'spectacular'.
I am guessing the mozzies must have migrated to the reception.
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