Les Hautes Terres Hotel
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... crocodiles, but we had already seen lots of those; so we passed. I tipped the ranger and we regained the vehicle, and drove a short way to a locally-run restaurant for lunch. The menu was quite entertaining because of the literal English translations for the French dishes being served. The cheese soufflé was translated as blown cheese, and the vegetable soufflé as blown vegetables. That sounded a little explosive for my taste. The sautéed potatoes were translated as ...
... and the neighbourhood more residential the adrenalin started to pump a little bit harder. Not that we felt in any real danger. The locals seemed too surprised to find us there to be any trouble and the streets were still busy. Tim seems to have a compass in his head thank God and while we didn’t end up taking the most direct route, he had us back on track and safely home before dark.
The next day we did a bit more exploring, this time in the Isoraka area ...
... parts falling off one piece are jammed onto another in some vain hope it might fit another and last a little longer. Oxygen masks on children with highly contagious respiratory diseases are washed merely by soap and water and reused for the next child. It becomes evident why infections spread so quickly within the hospital itself. Eight children in a room, and every piece of medical equipment has been recycled in some way.
But out of this comes a sense ...
In the midst of all this, I looked around, hoping to perhaps glance over to the other bed to see another child in for something mild. Something treatable. Something with hope. But I was shattered by a newborn who from inspection across the room was in need of some serious attention.
So I walked out from the hospital today with a heavy heart. I walked to the bus with a feeling of how thin a line between health and illness there exists. ...
... I promise you, you will never find what you are looking for. Just a tip.
I also noticed a variety of cars ranging from American 50's era to present fancy cars from Germany. The taxis were quite cool.
We stopped at various locations around the city, we went into a church (it was Sunday), saw the Presidential Palace (no photos allowed), got a brief history from the guide including the recent military coup in '09 which put a now 37yr old DJ as ...
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