We call the dog our ‘reservoir’, a place to gather and socialise between humans and sand flies. We were rather worried about whether we would find onward travel options in a new continent, but we should not have been so troubled. The South American sand fly was a more than adequate flight service, and accommodated all our travel needs, delivering us safely to human hosts. While we were there we met some of our local relatives that had been commemorated in the whistling jugs. We must say that their preference for residing in the skin is most cordial, and leaves their hosts alive and active. In comparison they must find our way of inhabiting the internal organs quite brutal.