Saturday, July 30, 2011

The many flights home

We are home.  I woke up by 4am this morning because my body's time clock is very messed up!

After resting at the guest house in Bamako, Anco took us to the airport.  We were there too early (approximately 2 hours early), so they wouldn't let us in.  We asked what time they would let us in, and their response was that they didn't know.  We noticed several Muslim prayers inside the airport, so I think they were waiting until after prayer time to let us enter.  Going through security was pretty easy.  I did make a minor error (Andy might not say it was minor).  We bought some letter openers at the market, and I meant to put them in the checked luggage, but accidentally forgot.  They were in Andy's carry on, and he got pulled out of line for the security officer to go through the bag.  The security officer found the two letter openers and even made the motion of jabbing one at Andy.  Andy looked helpless, and the officer just threw them away and let Andy through.  I think Andy thought he was going to jail for sure. Oops!  Also, once again, our last name was spelled incorrectly on our boarding passes, and we still made it through all the checkpoints in Bamako.  Once we were back on Delta flights (starting with Dakar to NY), the spelling was correct.  Good thing -- pretty sure we wouldn't have gotten through security in the U.S. (or even Dakar) with our names not matching our passports.

We arrived in Dakar, and things got interesting.  I don't know what was going on, but there were thousands of people everywhere.  It was almost like going through a riot, but it wasn't a riot.  We stuck together, walked fast, and had death grips on our luggage.  We had to go outside, walk across the parking lot (among all the people), and re-enter a different building.  No one tried to take my luggage, but I know someone tried to take Steve's luggage, and I'm not sure about the others.  Our team put Rachel and me in the middle.  I was behind Adam, and I didn't let him get far from me!  We had to push our way through lots of people to get into the next building.  At one point, a person was shoving his baggage cart into Jason's ankles, and a child climbed over Jason's luggage and asked Jason to hand him his own luggage.  It was a mess!!  We made it inside the building, but couldn't check in for about 5 or 6 hours.  We found a large area near the check in counters and sat there.  Many people played cards to pass the time.  Adam watched The Proposal with me on my dvd player while he also played a game of cards (impressive).  There were a lot of mosquitos in the building, and they were swarming us.  We had to put on bug spray while in the airport.  Several of us also fell asleep on the nasty floor.  Those that didn't sleep were entertained by a lady who was trying to check in and was arguing with officials for hours!  Her three kids kept piling on each other and falling asleep.  The restrooms  in Dakar were disgusting, but I later realized that American restrooms really aren't much better! The difference was that a woman stayed in the Dakar restrooms and begged for money as you were leaving.  Annoying. 

Once we were able to check in at Dakar, I was actually impressed with security.  We had to go through several checkpoints.  First, we were questioned, then we checked our bags and went through security with carry ons (similar to the process in the U.S.), then, before we could enter the area for our gate, we had to go through a checkpoint where someone opened and went through all our carry-ons, and we were also patted down. Security in Dakar was actually tighter than in the U.S., but I think it was because we were going to the U.S.  It looked like other people didn't have to go through the final checkpoint that everyone on our flight had to go through.

We arrived in JFK, and everything was back to normal as we went to Minneapolis, and finally to Omaha.  I had a hard time feeling like we were in Africa when we arrived in Africa, but I definitely felt like we were in the U.S. on our return.

God was with us during our travels.  It seemed like we always would just beat the crowd before our security checkpoints. The line at the final checkpoint in Dakar was very long as we boarded the plane.  I know that after we made it through Customs in JFK, the line got so large that there was over a 2 hour wait, and a few people nearly missed their flights (some were on our flight to Minneapolis).  Our team made it through Customs within half an hour in JFK.  After we left JFK, the weather got very bad and flights out of JFK were delayed by at least 2 hours.  All of our flights were basically on time, and if we were delayed, we always seemed to make up time in the air. Plus, we miraculously received all our luggage both going to Mali and coming home.

Oh, one final note.  I mentioned that we might be able to visit Sababu on our trip.  When we were almost to Bamako on our trip home, I asked Ewien if we'd be able to go by Sababu, and she said they shut down.  Sababu would import material, and I guess they are having problems getting material from the Ivory Coast.  Eventually, Sababu had to shut down. Pray that the importing issues are resolved, and they are able to re-open. It seems Customs causes a lot of problems because the containers that are sent over from the U.S. often get held up for weeks/months as well.

I still wish I was in Africa, but I guess it's time to get back into my crazy routine.  Belle and Sophie (my dogs) were very happy to see us, and I was happy to see them.  I have nothing planned for this weekend, which is nice (and unusual).

Many of these pictures are a little blurry because Andy discreetly took them on his phone.  They are at the Dakar airport (not supposed to take pictures so none of us got an actual camera out). 
Rachel watching a movie. I fell asleep with my headphones on.


Adam falling asleep.  He couldn't understand how so many of us were sleeping on the nasty floor!
Chris fell asleep pretty quickly after we arrived in Dakar

You can kind of see the lady in the background that spent hours arguing with airport officials. She is lifting one of her kids in the picture.
Jon and Bill sleeping, Rachel watching a movie
Adam sleeping.  The airport was crowded all night long.  This is probaby the least crowded it ever was.

Jason changed into his Malian clothes at the Minneapolis airport
Stepping off the plane in Omaha after a long 2 days of traveling

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Headed Home

We have made it to Bamako.  We stopped in Segou (2nd largest city in Mali, Bamako is largest) on our way and went to the market.  Their market is not nearly as crowded as the market in Koutiala.  There have been some rumors of terrorism in Segou, which drastically cut down their tourism.  Even though there were some really neat items for sale, I didn't like the market because they were very pushy. Groups of people would follow you around begging you to buy from them.  Steve saw them all huddle up when we arrived, so I think they were coming up with their game plan.  It seemed many of the "store owners" were related.  Anco spent a large amount of time negotiating with someone on some chairs that Jon, Jason and Adam wanted.  They were going between two shops and the Malian (shown in pics with white hat on) told him one store had better quality over another store.  Later, he said the guys could pick chairs from both stores because the owners were related.  Anco called him out on this discrepancy, and they laughed about it.  The Malian (who could speak English) also asked us at one point if we were from the U.S. or U.K. and Jon's response was "I'm from mother," which made the Malian laugh.  I'm not sure if he would have given a better deal depending on where we were from (we never told him). Many of the store owners could speak English, but would pretend they couldn't.  By doing this, they could listen to our conversations about the price we would pay without us knowing that they were listening and understanding.  It didn't take long for us to catch on.  The Malian with the white cap was talking to Andy in English, but when several of us approached, he switched to French (at which time Andy clued us in on the fact that he knew English). We did buy a lot from the market, so I think they had a good market day.

We took a patient from the Women and Children's Hospital with us when we left Koutiala and dropped them off (2 kids and their mother -- one of the kids was the patient) at their village on our way to Segou.  Doug said it would take 1 hr 15 minutes to get to the village, and Jason told him that Anco said it would take 45 minutes.  Doug laughed and said "Maybe for Anco."  Sure enough -- we arrived at their village in 44 minutes!  It was a pretty uneventful trip though.  Jon and Anco did briefly sing some Veggie Tales, and Anco scared us a few times when he was passing people.  There were many close calls, and we decided Anco was getting too much pleasure in scaring us.  A few times after a very close call, Ewien would look over at Anco, and he would have the largest grin on his face.

We will eat dinner at the guest house in Bamako and then head for the airport in about 2 hours.  Pray for an uneventful trip home for us!  The people who work in the African airports are very pushy about taking your stuff and then wanting money to give it back.  I hope we are able to avoid that annoyance as much as possible.  I'll be happy when we are sitting on the plane headed for JFK.

Below are several pictures from the Segou market.  Thanks to Anco and Ewien for negotiating for us.  I know it's not a fun thing to do, especially for 10 people!

Jon and his rhino purchase!  Unfortunately, the rhino lost a few horns on the way home.  I hope Jon can fix it!

Adam and his 2 chairs

These boys kept asking me to take their picture

Anco did a lot of negotiating for Jon, Jason and Adam to get the chairs they wanted at the price they wanted

We saw this truck on our road to Bamako --- oopsy!

Steve gave Moussa (on right) and Batuma (not sure on spelling) tips from all of us for their hard work on cleaning and preparing food for us.  Moussa is regularly assigned to Anco and Ewien and Batuma is regularly assigned to the guest house.  Anco and Doug are also shown in the picture.  Anco said the tip is a nice gesture.  Anco helped Moussa buy a house, and Moussa has been working very hard at paying back Anco.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Final Work Day

Today was the final work day for us.  How sad!!!  It is bittersweet I guess.  I woke up and heard that James brought Steve a gift.  James is a Christian carpenter (Malian man) that worked with Steve during his first trip to Mali.  He has the reputation as a very good carpenter.  Steve said that when he worked with him on his first trip, he asked James about his family, and James told him that he had just lost a child.  Steve asked him how he was coping so well, and James basically said it's God's will.  This is how many people handle death or misfortune in Mali. Many of the things that would cause us devastation are just part of everyday life for people in Mali.  I went to look in the bag that James brought Steve, and to my surprise (as in I jumped from being startled), I saw 4 live guineas. James told Steve that his house wasn't large enough to have us all for dinner, so he wanted to provide us dinner.  This didn't work so well for me....I really wanted to set them free!  However, apparently this is a huge honor/gesture. James also brought Chris a poncho made out of mud cloth, which was very nice. 

This morning the guys did a few final things on the water tower.  Adam worked on patching holes, Jason and Jon painted, Andy, Larry and Bill worked on building the brick wall to provide additional support, and Steve and Chris worked at the classrooms and trimmed shrubs.  As I'm sitting here asking Jason and Andy what the guys did today, I just found out that Jon sang all morning as well and even took requests.  Apparently he sang "Like a Surgeon...." (to the tune of a popular Madonna song).  Now I'm finding out that Anco even started singing Veggie Tales ("Oh where is my hairbrush...") while he was inside the water tank. I believe Jon got him started with the Veggie Tales.

Rachel, Ewien and I started a new project, and I think we all agreed that we would rather dig.  Doug took us down to one of the buildings at Bethel that is going to be converted into a chicken coup because they are going to increase their number of chickens by approximately 1000.  So, they needed some larger windows punched out of the building.  The three of us girls were given mallets, chisels and hammers to punch holes through a building.  This was hard!  Also, we had no goggles, so we wore sunglasses to protect our eyes, which didn't really work.  We got dirt in our eyes, ears, mouths, down our shirts, all over our arms, and dirt was embedded in my scalp when I showered.  We also breathed in quite a bit of dust.  I'm glad we only had this task for half a day!

Anco decided that we'd pick up all our work sites after lunch, and then he would take us to see a waterfall (at the pig farm, but there were no pigs).  The waterfall was about half an hour out of town.  Wow -- it was a bumpy ride.  We needed 4wd so we took Anco and Doug's trucks (instead of the usual van).  Rachel, Jon and I rode in the very back of Doug's truck (not official seats) and we bounced all over the place.  THANKFULLY, Steve was driving.  Anco drove ahead of us and left us multiple times. He's a crazy driver! Andy, Adam and Bill rode with Anco and Ewien, and I think they encouraged the craziness.  I was desperately wanting dramamine at the end of our trip, so I can't imagine how I would have felt in Anco's car.  The good news is our trip to Bamako will probably go fast tomorrow since Anco is taking us! Ha!

The waterfall was very pretty and was a nice treat on our final day of work.  Many of the guys climbed under it and a few people (Anco, Andy and Rachel) ended up drenched. I guess there are often monkeys in this area, but we didn't see any.  We only saw goats and donkeys.

We then arrived home for dinner.  I had a hard time eating guinea when I saw it breathing earlier in the day, so I ate leftovers from lunch.  Rachel and Larry were the same as me, but I took the most heat for it.  Anco said he just couldn't understand my logic.  He asked where I think other meat comes from, and I told him the freezer section of the store.  Angela walked in during lunch so Anco even asked her if she understood my logic.  Then, Anco, Jon and everyone else shared stories of how to kill chickens.  It was a great dinner conversation (can you sense the sarcasm by me?).  To top it off, Anco pulled the remaining guinea out of the freezer.  He showed me what part of the guinea it was, and in case I didn't fully understand, he also made the motion of the frozen guinea walking. They kept trying to get me to eat it, but after all of that, I refused....I can't imagine why!

We went to a prayer meeting with all the missionaries after dinner.  The missionaries asked our team to share some stories.  Then, we had prayer requests and broke into small groups to pray.

I'll tell you some of the prayer requests that came up tonight that you can also pray for:
-Pray for our safe trip home.
-Pray for Jon's wife, Lori, as she has to have surgery in early August.
-Pray that the hospital gets well-trained Christian nurses.
-Pray that Bethel receives more students.
-Pray that the containers that were sent from the US for Bethel and the hospital (some from CCC) arrive soon.
-Please pray for all the missionaries and all the work that they are doing out here -- it's truly amazing and they are all amazing people!

A few other things:

-Pray for Anco and Ewien.  They did an amazing job with us on this trip.  I love how much Anco helps the Malians who are open minded and willing to learn and accept new ideas.  Pray for Ewien's video ministry.  She makes videos about hygiene, health issues, etc.  Also, Ewien is an amazing photographer, and someone from CCC is going to help publish some of her photos.  Pray that this amazing opportunity works out for her.
-Pray for our team as we go back to our regular routines in Omaha.  Pray that we don't lose sight of what's important in life and that our faith continues to grow even stronger.


Punching holes through buildings Malian style

Ewien working on our hole for the chicken coup.  She and I started chiseling an outline so the holes would break off smoother, and Rachel used her muscles with the mallet.  Our second hole looked much better than the first once we figured out the best method.

Jon painting.  He ended up with red paint all over himself, and when he couldn't get it off, he tried using gasoline to get it off.  He didn't smell so great at lunch.

We successfully punched 2 holes through the building for the chicken coup -- someone else now has 8 more holes to go


New water pipe

Roof removed from classroom
Trimmed shrubs thanks to Steve and Chris

View from inside of classroom


Rachel loved the pickaxe
2nd tank successfully added


Anco and Ewien

Success!

Picture of Jon -- I think this is a great picture

The women on the team

Andy, Bill, Chris, Anco and Jason
Erin, Rachel and Jon

Drenched: Andy, Rachel and Anco


Ewien

Andy and Erin




Steve's gift

So sad!
Guinea made into a meal

Anco explaining to me what part of the guinea this was

We received our Mali clothes back from the tailor!

Doug and Angela

Craig and Marilyn

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Work Day 7

It was raining this morning and didn't seem to want to stop anytime soon, so we decided to go to the hospital a day early for our tour and to give blood.  Doug did our tour for us. He said that several pastors' wives have died giving birth, one being Daniel's first wife.  Daniel is the person from Bethel that I talked about earlier.  Finally, someone decided that something needed to be done about all the people dying during childbirth, which brought about the idea of the Women's Hospital.  After a plan was set in place, someone decided that the hospital also needed to provide pediatric care and donated a building for pediatrics, so the hospital became the Women and Children's Hospital. The hospital is a Christian hospital, and all the staff must be Christians (they have a hard time finding enough staff for the hospital and actually can't finish a building until they are able to acquire staff to fill it). It's one of the best hospitals in Mali, and Doug said the technology is somewhere close to the technology the U.S. had in the early 90's.

A few facts Doug mentioned about the hospital:
-During malaria season they will have so many patients that some will be laying in the hallways. He said a person sometimes has to turn sideways in order to walk down a hallway.
-It is common for 3-10 kids to die each day during malaria season. 
-It costs $40 (U.S.) to deliver a baby, $150 for a c-section.  Mothers do not get private delivery rooms (unless they want to pay for it), so sometimes more than one person will be delivering in the same room at the same time (no epidurals by the way). 
-When someone is admitted into the hospital, they must bring someone with them to cook and take care of them.  The beds are made to have a large amount of space under them so that if the hospital is at full capacity, the person taking care of the patient can sleep under the patient's bed. 
-We saw the sterilization room (not sure we should have been walking though it).  They clearly do not have to follow as many rules as in the U.S.  For example, dirty laundry is in the same room as the clean laundry. The women working in the sterilization room were very friendly!
-Ewien told us that if a woman needs treatment/surgery, it must be signed off by her husband.  So, if it costs too much, and he chooses to not let her have the surgery, there is nothing the wife can do about it.

The first few buildings at the hospital were designed in America and haven't been ideal for the climate in Mali.  They don't handle the rains well, and the coolest they can get the operating rooms is 90 degrees.  It's hard to imagine a hospital without climate control or air conditioning, but that's the way of life in Mali.  Doug and Bob helped design the newer buildings. Bob had Doug's job (in charge of maintenance) prior to Doug, and I believe Bob is coming back to Mali in Oct/Nov with a short-term mission team.  Christ Community Church has helped pay/construct the newer buildings.  I know that the previous mission trip (Sept 2010) that involved Adam, Larry and Steve was centered around the hospital and building a roof.

We went to the pediatric building and Brett (pediatrician) introduced us to a few kids struggling with diabetes and a few who have had cancer and are getting chemotherapy treatments.  He said that they usually don't charge them for the chemo because families have large enough problems just feeding family members and would not keep up with the treatment if they had to pay for it. This hospital is one of two hospitals in Mali that can treat cancer (not sure if this statement is true for all cancer or just peds). Brett also said that one family dropped off a girl with diabetes and left her alone in the hospital for two months.  He doesn't really want her to leave because the family is not in Koutiala, and he said many of the families can't afford insulin, so they are not consistent with the treatment.

Most of us gave blood, which was quite the adventure for our team.  I don't think we'll be known for our blood giving skills! The men gave 450 mL and Rachel and I gave 250 since we are smaller. I kept pointing at myself to the lab technician and saying "petite-half bag!"  I'm not sure he understood me, but he kept laughing at me!  We were told that 450 mL will save 2 kids.  Doug said that if a child with malaria is able to get a blood transfusion, he/she has more than a 90% chance of living and usually won't have much brain damage.  The biggest challenge is getting to the children before it's too late.  Doug said there have been parents bring in kids where Brett has literally listened to the heart stop beating during the initial examination. They try to get every mission team to give blood, and they ask the hospital staff to give blood as much as possible.  Malaria season is just beginning so there will probably be a high demand for blood soon. You must wait 6-8 weeks here before giving again (a shorter time than in the US).  Brett told us that Malian women typically do not want to give blood.  I was very nervous about giving blood since I've never done it before.  Doug tried to reassure me by saying "Don't worry!  You just need to relax and keep talking.  The first time I did it I passed out and lost control of my bladder, but that hasn't happened since." Doug may have had good intentions, but that statement did not help my nerves AT ALL!  I learned that I will probably never be able to give a full bag.  Before my bag was full, I got lightheaded, nauseous, and started seeing black.  Thankfully, the bag was almost full, and they laid me back for awhile. Rachel and Jon went before me and had no problems.  Bill gave blood yesterday because there was an emergency situation, and they asked for someone to give.  Bill also didn't have problems.  Andy went after me, and he started sweating heavily and also got dizzy, so he also had to be laid back for awhile.  Then, Adam went, and after they finished taking his blood, he felt dizzy and nauseous, so once again, another team member had to be laid back!!! Finally, Jason was next and was our last person to give.  Poor Jason.  First, they couldn't get his vein and tried several times, which seemed pretty painful.  At one point, the technician couldn't find his vein, but just left the needle in him while he looked around like he was confused and needed help.  Then, once they found his vein, Jason got lightheaded, and his bag was only half full.  Rachel and I stayed in the room with everyone, so we tried to keep talking to him, but he got to a point where he couldn't hear anything we were saying.  His bag also started filling very slowly, so I'm not sure they ever got the full amount from him.  I was reading the numbers, and they'd go up and then back down again, so it's hard to say how much blood he really gave! I'm not sure what was going on with him and/or the machine.  He had to lay back once he was finished as well! 

Rachel and I went with Ewien to Pama's again.  We bought a few items from Pama, so she wanted us to return to her house and make sure we were satisfied with what she made. While driving to Pama's (and passing many kids), Ewien told us that many people in Mali want kids for security reasons so that they will be taken care of later in their lives.  She said that if someone in a family cannot have kids, another family member will give that person a child (for example, a sister will give her sister one of her kids in order to be "fair").  Ewien thinks (and I agree) that there needs to be a happy medium between people's view on having kids in Mali and in Holland.  She said in Holland (just like in the U.S.) having kids is a very planned process and can even be very scientific (such as with fertility procedures), and it's not really planned at all in Mali.  In Mali, people often have more kids than they can really manage (ie. feed). 

The guys only worked for a short period of time at Bethel (while we went to Pama's).  It sounds like they continued to work on the structure of the tower, hung some ladders on the tower, and worked on laying the water and electrical pipes.

We then all went to Jesue's farm.  Jesue is a pastor who is friends with Anco and Ewien.  He is an amazing person.  It was very muddy since it rained all morning, so we had to take off our shoes and walk barefoot through the farm.  This was probably the hardest thing for me to do throughout the entire trip! I'm not a huge fan of getting muddy -- a growing experience I guess.  I was so distracted by walking through the mud that I fell behind the group and missed a lot of interesting conversation, but I'll do my best with the details.  Jesue bought his farm, built a church with mud walls (and later the national church built him a roof), and started growing crops.  He has a well that is powered by solar panels. Anco is a big proponent of solar panels and has added them at Bethel, and I believe he plans to add them at the hospital.  Most of the problems with growing crops in Mali stem from water problems.  People do not know how to collect the water when they receive rain, but instead, they often let it run off. This is something Anco has been trying to change at Bethel. Jesue's crops are growing so well that all his neighbors are trying to do the same as him.  Like Anco, Jesue believes in sharing knowledge and will help people learn his farming techniques.  This also allows him to build relationships so he can also talk about Jesus and the Gospel.

Later, Jesue had us to his house for dinner, which was another traditional Malian meal. Steve said this was the first time a team has been invited into a Malian's home (based on the 4 times he's been to Mali on mission trips).  It's a huge honor to be invited into a home.  Dinner was noodles (they call it "macaroni"), fries and rice with peanut sauce. Jesue's wife made the food, and it was all delicious. They have never hosted a large group before, and I think his wife made about 3 times too much food!  The sad thing is that it was probably very expensive for them to host us for dinner.  Jesue first introduced us to his wife and children.  They couldn't eat with us because there was very little space in the room.  We were in a small room, and small tables were pushed together as our dinner table.  Dinner started by passing around a tub, pitcher and soap so we could all wash our hands.

Jesue is a very inspiring man to listen to.  He had us all tell him what we like about Africa, and there was a consensus that we all love how happy the people are in Mali and how hardworking they are.  Jon also threw in that he likes being the center of attention because everyone points at us, and he's never been a "movie star" before.  We can always count on Jon for a good laugh.  Jesue prayed for us and asked that we continue to pray for him and his sharing of the Gospel.  All the dinners we have had while in Mali have been amazing, but I think tonight's dinner was my favorite.  On the way back to the house, Anco hit the brakes and Jon screamed "bump" right before hitting a big bump.  Again, another laugh, and I think one of Larry's favorites from the trip!  Jon's scream shocked everyone more than the actual bump.

I mentioned earlier that a few of us received Malian names this week and that I couldn't remember Rachel's.  The name given to her was Coulibaly, which is also the name of Daniel's wife that died in childbirth and therefore, the name of one of the buildings at the Women and Children's Hospital.  While we were at Jesue's farm, one of his neighbors came by and named all of us Coulibaly.  Steve tried to tell him that his name is Domalis, and the man said that he is now Coulibaly!

This same neighbor is an influential member of a Muslim mosque; however, he is learning farming from Jesue and is becoming a Christian (secretly for now).  He's always warned by Muslim leaders to stay away from Jesue because "if he talks to him, he'll be a Christian in a week."  Jesue said he'll give Muslim leaders advice, and then he'll hear his advice repeated in Muslim sermons.  At least his message is getting out one way or another.

Only one more day :(  I wish I could get my dogs here (without them having to travel in crates on a plane) and stay longer. 

Please pray for Jesue and his teaching.  Please pray for the Women and Children's Hospital and that the staff can save many children and women and also spread Christianity. Also, pray that the hospital is able to get well-trained staff that they desperately need.  I believe the hospital has around 3 Malian doctors and somewhere close to 5 American/European doctors (can't remember if those are the correct numbers, but it was somewhere close to that).  Jason (physician) said the nurses often function as doctors, and the greatest need is for more nurses.  The hospital is actually planning to have a nursing school in one of the buildings that is in the process of being built. 

Also, pray for a safe and uneventful trip home for us.

Hospital

Pediatric building of hospital

An operating room -- 1990's medicine for the U.S. (great for Mali)

Beds have mosquito nets for malaria season.  Also, beds have room underneath them for a patient's caregiver to sleep.

Lab - where we gave blood

Patient wating room -- videos on Jesus are played on the tv

Radiology


Administration building on the left

Morgue

Heidi from the prior CCC mission team painted Noah's Ark in the pediatrics building

Brett (pediatrician) and some patients.  One of the boys is actually sponsored by World Vision (one of those organizations that asks you to adopt a child).  The boy had a large mass and nothing was being done to help him.  He was treated at this hospital and Brett actually sent World Vision a statement to get them to help pay for his health issues, but at this point, they have received no money from World Vision for this child that someone has adopted.

Jon and Rachel

Rachel and me


Andy and me -- Found out I have O- blood so great blood, but not so great blood donor!

Andy and Adam

My favorite picture -- this is priceless (sorry Adam)

Jason and Adam

Can't find Jason's vein -- Brett came by around this time so he's the 3rd person standing around Jason 

Jason

This picture might be hard for some to look at, but it's proof we gave blood!  Jean=Jon.  After they spelled his name incorrectly, Rachel and I wrote the names down for the lab technicians
When we left Pama's, we walked by these kids playing

After walking in Jesue's farm

Someone at Jesue's farm helped clean our feet

The church Jesue built

Jesue's well with solar panels



Jesue in front of his rice field

Jesue's farm

Jesue's farm
Jesue's neighbor, Jesue and Anco

Adam and Jon


Eating at Jesue's house (Jesue and his wife are at the head of the table in this picture)