A pic of the rehab team at our open house a few weeks ago...
So it's been quite a while since I've blogged, as tends to happen, I get caught up in life in Africa and the thought of sitting behind a keyboard waiting for a blog to upload is hard! But I am lying on a bed in a hotel about 3 hours north of Pointe Noire watching Kenyan TV (the only one in English) and resting before dinner.
Driving back from Dolisie in "rush hour" market traffic |
So the reason for me being here is because on screening day we saw 1 patient had a very good brace, and they had said it was from Dolisie. So since Mercy Ships will not be in Congo forever, and our patients sometimes need braces or orthoses of sorts for a longer time than the lifespan of the brace or 2 that we would give them, we are on the lookout for in country options. Unfortunately once we had the tour and asked about the brace making in person instead of just over the phone, it turns out it is actually done in Brazzaville and not Dolisie, so I was a little bummed about the decreased options for our patients. Thankfully there is 1 place in Pointe Noire that fabricates some AFO's (ankle foot orthosis) and the like, however, while quite resourceful in using the plastic from yellow water/gas jugs, it's not quite as sturdy or as moldable as some of the other plastic options out there.
The big tree in Dolisie |
The hospital tour of Dolisie hospital is quite impressive however...The director is quite proud of his very, very clean hospital which they clean 2x/day! They also have >100 toilets, and >200 beds. The hospital is blessed with continuously running electricity and water, which is sometimes quite hard to come by, and most of their equipment works, which again, is pretty impressive. Even the mission hospital in Kenya that I was in was not this clean. It did seem to be lacking generally in patients, however, for the size. There were a few people in the wards, some in the ER/observation rooms and some having consults with the general medicine doctors. However specialists come very rarely in from Brazzaville, so not often are all the facilities used. They only have general surgeons regularly, however if they really need to transport someone to Brazzaville for an acute orthopedic surgery or the like, they can cast them to hold a position, then fly them to Brazzaville (which is about 12 hour drive from Pointe Noire, so I'm guessing about 9-10 hours from here?).
Simbissi waiting to be cooked at Dolisie hospital |
sunset at Food for Life |
We got to go meet up with Eliphaz, the head of the agricultural program while here and see where the Food for Life site is - it is still under clean up/construction and will start in a couple weeks. They work with NGO’s and government groups to promote and teach good practice with crops (composting, crop rotation, organic pesticides), animal raising (chickens, rabbits, goats), things you can do with products besides just the straight produce (like yogurt, cassava flour).
Now I am finishing writing this a few days later…
I got to go out with Eliphaz and our 2 daycrew that were with us to a restaurant later that evening. I tried N’goki – which is a small crocodile that lives upcountry in the muddier rivers and such – pretty tasty – kind of like a cross between pork and chicken. Earlier in the day I had eaten Simbissi…which wasn’t as tasty, and best I can figure out is kind of like a ground hog. Apparently they serve that in the hospital, too, because we saw 2 in the kitchen. J
Now a couple weeks ago I got to go to Dolisie for the first time with Steven, Myriam, and James. We went up on a Friday night via taxi, got to explore Sat and Sun. It is always so nice to get away from the hectic-ness of city life (ya’ll know I’m a country girl…), and to be able to see mountains always makes me happy. Congo has much better visibility than Guinea, allowing you to actually see the mountains more easily. The road to Dolisie is pretty awesome – twisty, curvy but very few potholes, though plenty of speed bumps to slow you down near any town, and on the trip to Dolisie this past week I got to drive part of it myself! (not quite as much fun in a Land Rover as a car…)
But anyways, on the first trip to Dolisie, we got to check out the market, I bought a little bit of fabric, camped and had a great campfire meal, jumped in a pond “Lac Blu”, and hiked around a bit, meeting some of the locals from about a 200 person village near where we camped. One interesting meeting involved winding our way down a little trail and coming across a family pulling manioc out of the water. Manioc/cassava is the staple starch around here – it’s a root that the family collected from a nearby forest, then soak for 5 days to get the bitterness out of it. I think at that point you can cook it to eat it, but you can also pound it and get the juice out and make foufou out of the manioc flour. Foufou kinda looks like a grey-ish drop biscuit. I personally like foufou better than cassava because it doesn’t have quite as strong of a flavor. But anyways, this family was quite happy to explain their process to us, found out about what we were doing there, and we gave them a couple apples we still had, so everyone came away happy. J We also met the head of the village, who happens to be the brother/brother-in-law of the family that was retrieving cassava. They offered us some fresh peanuts.
But anyways, on the first trip to Dolisie, we got to check out the market, I bought a little bit of fabric, camped and had a great campfire meal, jumped in a pond “Lac Blu”, and hiked around a bit, meeting some of the locals from about a 200 person village near where we camped. One interesting meeting involved winding our way down a little trail and coming across a family pulling manioc out of the water. Manioc/cassava is the staple starch around here – it’s a root that the family collected from a nearby forest, then soak for 5 days to get the bitterness out of it. I think at that point you can cook it to eat it, but you can also pound it and get the juice out and make foufou out of the manioc flour. Foufou kinda looks like a grey-ish drop biscuit. I personally like foufou better than cassava because it doesn’t have quite as strong of a flavor. But anyways, this family was quite happy to explain their process to us, found out about what we were doing there, and we gave them a couple apples we still had, so everyone came away happy. J We also met the head of the village, who happens to be the brother/brother-in-law of the family that was retrieving cassava. They offered us some fresh peanuts.
So that's a little of my upcountry adventures. Last weekend Krystal, Juan, Missy and I biked about 40 km up to a nicer area of beach and spent some time relaxing, strung our hammocks up in a little shack, and spent the night. I was definitely the slow poke of the biking group, at one point a man with a very nice bike came up behind me. We had a half conversation in French, and at one point he tried to push me faster on my bike. Now that was kind of embarrassing... :P He has something to do with the Total petrol stations around here...but he said he doesn't work, so I didn't quite figure out if he's an heir to a lot of money (judging by the look of his bike), or what. It was an interesting scenario. But it was really nice to get away once again. Funny how sometimes this ship feels so big (when you have to repeatedly go from floor to floor), and yet other times seem so small that you have to go far away to clear your mind and rest a bit.
We had delicious fresh-caught-that-morning fish for dinner, I got a multitude of sand flea bites and sliced my big toe open (thankfully it has healed up without any signs of infection despite the inability to keep it clean for about 18 hours following the injury), burned a ton of random wood, ate campfire pancakes and eggs, and collected sea shells and something else that my mom will receive in the mail so I can't write it here... :)
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