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…

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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…

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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,…

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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…

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Unfortunately for everyone, it rained torrentially through the night. With the rain came a sweeping wind that tickled the tush in all our hammocks, and in the morning you could…

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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…

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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…

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Valle Escondido holds a special place in the Floating Doctors repertoire. By virtue of its proximity, we can easily pack up and transport there in a matter of minutes. Additionally,…

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The morning of our first day clinic started out fairly similar to how I remember, just with more people. Breakfast was followed by packing, and with many hands making light…

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Location: El Dorado Airport, Bogotá Hot diggity dang we’re here. I’m doing it.  I’m going back like I always knew I would. It was inescapable. I knew fairly early on…

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