Not all the people are “lucky” enough to be kissed by mungi. Some of my friends never get mungi, except me. Thus all the people in Camp Kewe gave me a new name “Mungi Queen”. What can I do?

After being back to Camp Kewe from two weeks bush walk, I couldn't stop scratching them (everyone tried to stop me!). The most important point is to use boiled water to kill them. Then I have to use up all my energy to wash my clothes.

Every night is a battle of the mungi bites. I think many volunteers had similar experiences – you are not allowed to scratch them, however, you don't know you are scratching them when you are sleeping. They become worse.

Maybe our skin and blood are new to mungi in the bush. How about the local people? They need to get into the bush every day for food and for medicine. Sep (the leader of Catfish Clan) told me that local people also suffer from the mungi bites. However, they are used to them. They don’t get as itchy as us. It’s funny, some local people told us that when we go into the bush, we have to remove our underwear. Then the mungi won’t stay along the boundary of our underwear. Does it work? I haven't tried yet, but I already told the new volunteers from other countries to use this method.

Sep also told me mungi just come to me because I was the only one to sing the famous Mungi Song in Camp Kewe. Well, maybe.

Oops ... some people told me the itchiness might last for a month or more. I am quite sure it will follow me for a longer time, as a reminder from the bush. What an unforgettable memory!