I will also confess to being a smidge apprehensive on account of the mosquitoes. I like to think of myself as hale and hearty, but the truth is that I always get bitten alive by bitey things and quite often, the bites swell into embarrassing lumps that cause alarm to close friends, family and often complete strangers. (One time, in Jamacia, the locals were stopping me in the street to exclaim about the quantity of bites.)
We are taking malaria precautions, and I've visited the travel clinic at Northwestern hospital in Chicago, so it's all good. (Only three more vaccines to go. Yay.) They have a list of creams they recommend, and other bits and bobs to help fight the pesky blood suckers. Apparently you can buy clothing that repels mosquitoes. For some reason, I thought that in this day and age, said clothing might look grunge-ish and hip. But no.
And then there's this charming little number for protecting the face. Doesn't really grab me for some reason.
And I have no idea how or why this is supposed to protect against mosquitoes, unless the idea is they get trapped in the raggy bits.