We planned to sleep in this morning, but were awakened by the slaughtering of a pig. I don't know why they didn't use a knife, but they used a club. Then a truck came in and hauled it away. I didn't even know there was a road around here!
We took a early morning walk to see Mr. Walen, who had vomited blood, and confirmed it was a GI bleed. We arranged a flight so that we can scope him in Puerto Lempira where all the surgical patients need to go. The flight was for 4 PM and so, I became the runner with messages back and forth to the house of Mr. Walen and the clinic, so they could get to the airstrip on time.
Fortunately the town has discovered the bicycle and I was able to borrow one. There are tons of bikes here - all mountain bikes of course!
Earlier we walked to the junction of the Kruta River and our local stream. We were able to swim abit but by the time we returned - after a half hour walk - I needed a bath. The truck driver appeared and I finally rode to Mr. Walen 's house to pick him up and transport him to the airstrip. When all was said and done Dr. Joe, Mr Whalen and his son, were in Puerto Lempira and I had driven his family back home. Then I drank a coconut and became the designated driver for the day when we leave. If all works out...the one mile portage will not happen. I now know how to drive a truck on a cow path!
Spagetti without wine tonight but with "pan de coco". Hope all is well with you and the kids.
Stay warm!
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