“Run! Run!” Lara shouted, bolting off ahead of me.
I picked up the pace. Dusk was settling over the University of Ghana, and of everything we’d heard during orientation week, it was the mosquitoes that scared us the most.
I busted out the DEET mid-stride and coated myself with a toxic cloud of repellent. Convinced that a single bite from a mossie would land me strapped to a rusty IV in a dingy open-air hospital, I wasn’t taking any chances.