Unfortunately, my plan to sleep under the stars protected by mosquito netting has some unforeseen drawbacks. While the netting for the most part keeps the little buggers at bay, they DO get close enought that the incessant whining drove me nuts, and of course the occasional mozzie makes it under the net to dig in for a meal. Bottom line is that I get maybe an hour's sleep before Frank's cheery voice announces that it's time (5:30 a.m.!) to get up and at 'em.