Somehow, I just don't think the gentleman in this picture has his priorities right. Sure, he may be enclosed in a fly-mesh bubble, away from nasty insects, but he also appears to be a sad, lonely, friendless git. I really want to ask him if he feels his choice was worth it?
Also, looking at the picture now, I can't help but wonder what it is he's looking at? It isn't the view he has his back to. It certainly isn't his copy of Mao's Little Red Book (an odd choice in itself). Could it perhaps be the single mosquito that he has now realised he has trapped himself inside the tent with?
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