But when i was finished fixing my bicycle, the day was already coming to an end. The night before we were wildcamping and we intended to do the same, the nights were getting already very wamt in May. We were searching for a nice place to camp, but left and right of the road, there was only fields or swamps. Generally this area was very wet and with the coming dusk there were also more and more mosquitos out. It quickly became the arguably strongest mosquito attack of the year. As soon as we stopped somewhere, there were instantly 10 specimen sitting on each of us, preparing to suck our blood. And even during cycling they didn’t leave us alone. It was dark by now and the road bumpy aswell, so when we came to a village, where the mosquitos are comparably less than in the open field, Hiang-Hsin decided to find a spot to camp right there. She went to ask at one house but the dog who lived there didn’t like us and let us know, so we went a little further down the road. I still feel a bit awkward knocking at people’s door and ask them to sleep in their yard rightaway. But there was no discussion, Hsiang-Hsin HATES mosquitos, and this situation was indeed a bit extreme. So after knocking another door, the people didn’t understand us and send us to their neighbours, where the daughter speaks english. They were greeting us with a smile, and after describing our situation, they let us in. But how so often when we asked for a place to put up a tent, this was quickly out of discussion and they asked us inside. Although they already had dinner, they quickly warmed up some food for us and what followed was a feast, where we discovered several dishes for the first time (and some for the only time in our whole trip).
While being covered in food and more food, we also started to get to know the family: The father and his son worked as watermelon farmers and showed us videos of how they collect the ripe melons. The daughter, who spoke good English is studying international relationships and is currently writing her thesis on the conflict between Armenia and Azerbaijan. She would like to study in Egypt later, and therefore is also learning Arabic right now. And next to the lady of the house and her sister, who were spoiling us with all the food, there was also an uncle, who works as a mechanic. He showed us his hands, which were almost pitchblack and he told us that’s after he washed them. He was also responsible for the entertainment that night, showing us videos of turned over trucks or other accidents on the TV.