The Roots of a Weed
Roosters and rain signaled another day. Sleepy heads flowed into the dining area for breakfast, and before long I found myself again in the surgical tent with an ultrasound probe…
The Luckiest Man in the World
By this time we had established our workflow, so in the morning after breakfast Alex and I, The Butterfly Boys, joined the surgical team for pre-op evaluations. In the meantime,…
Women and Children
Throughout the morning of scanning pre-op patients, I had scurried off to the obstetrics tent more than once, checking in to start our ultrasound teaching. At 845 they told me…
The Kyangwalinoma
I was slow to wake on the morning of our second day. This was partially by design, as I was starting to think our departure times of 730 were wishful…
Road Trippin
The drive to Kyangwali was relatively uneventful, although there was a palpable buzz as we packed our bags onto our two green vans. Flooding necessitated a detour that took longer…
A New Start
Well here we are. It’s been around a year since my last humanitarian project. Thinking back to who I was then, and who I am now, it’s hard to say…
Return to Bocas: Epilogue (Muchachooooos)
A restless head woke me just before my alarm. In the black of night, with only the whistling wind as my companion, I got up from bed and fumbled around…
Tranquilito
That Thursday morning, I woke up in my hammock suspended across the dock to the sound of pattering rain. Gloomy skies lingered overhead. Slowly the others came to life, criss-crossing…
Ensenada Episode VI: Return of the Bozo
Last time I went to Ensenada, things got pretty wild. Located across the Chiriqui Lagoon passing through treacherous sailing in the Canal de Tigre, it’s somewhat isolated. Not only that,…