Mobile Clinic, Part 2

Today I went to another Mobile Clinic, a little further out than the one I visited before.  The drive out there is so beautiful.  The forests are so green, even in the winter.  And I thought the hospital was in a rural setting, but this place was really rural.  We worked to the sounds of goats bleating, and the jiggling of jingle bells on horses and the clip-clop of ox's hooves on the road as they pulled carts stacked with sticks, grasses, or mustard plants.  The clinic site was a small room detached from the home of a large multi-generational Muslim family, who allows the hospital to use their property once a week for our clinic.  The room had concrete walls and floor, and a tin roof held up by skinny logs.  The wall facing the street was partly made up of wire grating, and at around 2:00, after school let out, a large group of girls all dressed in matching school uniforms crowded around to peer inside at the white person.  I'm pretty fascinating. 

The family who loaned us the clinic site was very kind and gracious, and even served us all chi half way through the day.  The patriarch invited us back to see the large courtyard and stables where he kept several cows, a few goats, and a puppy that antagonized the goats.  One of his older daughters was pumping water from a pump to give to the cows.  The father led two of his younger children up to me and grinned at my camera.  I snapped a photo of the two of them and showed dad the image on the screen, and he gushed and smiled and thanked me.  I wish I had had a polaroid for him to keep. 

Last night was movie night.  Katie brought a few DVDs from home, and so last night she, Nikki and I huddled under a blanket in front of Katie's laptop and watched When Harry Met Sally.  So much fun.  A little taste of home.