Slow day

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Today was a little bit of a slow day. I don't know how proactive the HBC workers are at the Ngwerere site, but it never seems to get as crowded there as other places. I was called into the village to see a woman who was found by an HBC worker, who I think likely has TB. She'll get sputum samples brought to Bwafwano, but the story was pretty typical.

I tempted fate today by eating eggs, the food that I think laid me up a few days ago. So far, I'm still on my feet, and no warning signs of impending doom.

I think I made myself the most popular person in the village today by giving out orange slices to all the kids who gathered around while I was talking to the woman with TB. It's funny to see what a spectacle I am wherever I go, especially among kids. It's extremely rare to see a white person in 1) poor areas, 2) rural areas, and 3) on minibuses, and those are about the only places I go.

To show you what happens when I go anywhere, I'm attaching a picture that I took from the truck as we left the village today. Please note that this crowd is completely different from the group that crowded around as we got into the truck, this was just a place where we had to slow down.

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Photos

The entourage
Kids follow the truck yelling "mzungu" as we leave town.

Comments

[Dad]

Glad you're better
Glad you're better, but you must abandon this practice of touring third world sanitary facilities. At least the food wasn't as spicy as in Andhra Pradesh.

[Ashley]

Makua!
I remember being one of the few white people in Mwandi. It's in the (rural) Western Province. We'd be walking through the market and the kids would run up, stop just shy of us, and then reach out and gently touch our skin - trying to see if our fair skin felt the same as theirs! Walking anywhere, we'd hear shouts of "Makua! Makua!"