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,…
Attack of the Gastrointestinal Tracts
Rising from my hammock on Thursday morning, I slowly oriented myself to thel world around me in my usual delayed fashion. Looking at my watch, I noticed it was just…
Inhale Exhale
Multi-day clinics had changed a little since I was last here. When I first came around, we were really just trying to re-assemble bits and pieces over time as more…
An Immortality Nesquik
Our third day clinic brought us to the community of Cerro Brujo. At the stroke of sunrise, sleepy bodies mobilised. A hard clang of the kitchen bell signaled breakfast, and…