  However, I should admit that not everything was so rosy and in harmony with nature as it may sound: the place was also plagued by mosquitoes on a scale far greater than what we experience in Australia -- just to give you an example, at one point I was lying on my bed and counted no less than seven mosquitos floating around the ceiling, no doubt waiting for their blonde victim to close his eyes and fall helplessly sleep. I was eaten alive by these little f***sticks while I was there, and arrived back in Jyvaskala with a face and hands covered in tiny red spots.  You know, they're called FAF - Finnish Air Force. Didn't you had OFF! or something to gas those bandits? :cool: