Lere, Tchad - Andre’s village
We arrived here last night after a very eventful day. . We left Béré a little after 800 hours for a long hot trip in the back of our hoptial truck.
We stopped in Kelo to give a shout out to our favorite postmaster – Papa Jacob. He’s so funny, I told him we would be leaving in 2 months and he asked me if we would send him anything. I just assured him we would. He also asked Esther if she was feeling better and if she was strong, which of course she is and has been since Christmas. But he wasn’t convinced then. At least he let her take the boxes by herself this time.
I’ve noticed that every time I live in a foreign country I always develop a specials relationship with the mail people. I guess it’s because they are my only connection to home – my connection to the outside world.
After we got the mail we headed out for a hot journey to Pala, then on to Lere. From Béré to Pala the five of us westerners sat in the bed of the truck. It was us 4 SMs and Stan. It was definitely crowded in the back because it’s maybe a bit bigger than half the size of a normal truck bed. And we had luggage, two containers of diesel, and water for the journey.
When we stopped in Pala to change the oil filter Stan really started not look’n so good. So he moved to the inside of the truck with Noel when we left Pala. He had had a sore throat the last few days and thought it might have just been the smoke from the burning brush. A bit – not very long at all after we started out again for Lere our truck stopped on the side of our bumpy dirt road. Boy was Stan in a rough way. He was very close to passing out. So Liz and Esther started working on helping him cool off and get sugar and salt in him. We sat stopped on the side of an African dirty, bumpy road in the middle of nowhere. We eased all the rest of the luggage from the truck bed to the bed and Liz climbed in the truck with Noel and Stan.
When we arrived in Lere it was beautiful. We passed a beautiful lake with amazing greenery and hope of cooling off. We stopped at the pastor’s house so we could go to the market because Thursdays are their market days. Liz and Stan stayed by with Stan laid out on a mat on in their courtyard, with Stan still not looking so good. 30 min later when we got back from the market they told us that Gary was on his way in the lane to pick Stan up because he wasn’t doing so well still. He looked really pale and exhausted. So we gathered everything up and headed first to their local hospital so we could get stuff for an IV of glucose and ringer. Then at the ‘local’ air strip we started his IV. Before we knew it Capitan Gary landed, barked orders and Stan and Liz were both loaded in and they were off. Leaving Hans, Esther and I to later get lost in the wilderness of Africa.
We stopped in Kelo to give a shout out to our favorite postmaster – Papa Jacob. He’s so funny, I told him we would be leaving in 2 months and he asked me if we would send him anything. I just assured him we would. He also asked Esther if she was feeling better and if she was strong, which of course she is and has been since Christmas. But he wasn’t convinced then. At least he let her take the boxes by herself this time.
I’ve noticed that every time I live in a foreign country I always develop a specials relationship with the mail people. I guess it’s because they are my only connection to home – my connection to the outside world.
After we got the mail we headed out for a hot journey to Pala, then on to Lere. From Béré to Pala the five of us westerners sat in the bed of the truck. It was us 4 SMs and Stan. It was definitely crowded in the back because it’s maybe a bit bigger than half the size of a normal truck bed. And we had luggage, two containers of diesel, and water for the journey.
When we stopped in Pala to change the oil filter Stan really started not look’n so good. So he moved to the inside of the truck with Noel when we left Pala. He had had a sore throat the last few days and thought it might have just been the smoke from the burning brush. A bit – not very long at all after we started out again for Lere our truck stopped on the side of our bumpy dirt road. Boy was Stan in a rough way. He was very close to passing out. So Liz and Esther started working on helping him cool off and get sugar and salt in him. We sat stopped on the side of an African dirty, bumpy road in the middle of nowhere. We eased all the rest of the luggage from the truck bed to the bed and Liz climbed in the truck with Noel and Stan.
When we arrived in Lere it was beautiful. We passed a beautiful lake with amazing greenery and hope of cooling off. We stopped at the pastor’s house so we could go to the market because Thursdays are their market days. Liz and Stan stayed by with Stan laid out on a mat on in their courtyard, with Stan still not looking so good. 30 min later when we got back from the market they told us that Gary was on his way in the lane to pick Stan up because he wasn’t doing so well still. He looked really pale and exhausted. So we gathered everything up and headed first to their local hospital so we could get stuff for an IV of glucose and ringer. Then at the ‘local’ air strip we started his IV. Before we knew it Capitan Gary landed, barked orders and Stan and Liz were both loaded in and they were off. Leaving Hans, Esther and I to later get lost in the wilderness of Africa.
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