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Bord du Lac Kivu Goma, Congo - The Dem. Repub.
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Goma, The Frontier of Congo
... picture of a Pakistan soldier sitting for sometime talking to an Indian soldier. Their disputes are set aside when they work for the UN.
Two and a half hour after we boarded, we set down for an hour at the UN base in Kalemie, formerly known as Albertville and that name is still on one of the airport buildings. As
Albertville, it was a thriving railroad terminus connecting to Tanzania and the Indian Ocean. Because of this, it was also ...
Gorillas Times Two
... As we hit the main paved road we were met with hundreds of people walking. Now I had seen a lot of folks on the roads in Uganda, but I had never seen this many people. There were guys struggling to push bicycles uphill loaded with containers of beer, huge clusters of women walking with an array of foodstuffs, and utensils (shovels and hoes) on their heads, kids running all over the place and just an extraordinary mass of humanity. I mentioned this to Vincent and he told me ...
Volcanoes and exploding lakes
... and of course, trauma.
My first day at the hospital began at 7am with hospital wide morning report (in French). Afterwards, the G.P.s had me accompany them on surgical ward rounds. This involved seeing approximatly 100 patients over about 2 hours. During rounds, we made a list of 35 patients who are needing to be scheduled for surgery. The smell on the wards is a ...
Le Rwanda, ses volcans et ses gorilles
... dense de bambou à la machette pour atteindre notre troupe de gorilles appelée Amahoro composée de 18 membres. Nous avons principalement pu observer le silver back (mâle dominant au dos argenté) avec une femelle et son petit de 7 mois et quelques juvéniles. Quelle expérience!! Deux personnes ont aussi été touchées à la jambe par des juvéniles voulant s'amuser. Nous n'étions qu'à 6 pieds d'eux!! Ouf, que d'émotion. Le point culminant de mon voyage. J'ai pris plein de films.
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Private beach my a**
Another hellish bus journey up the West of Rwanda, during which we eternally played the 'space game'. The space game goes something like this; there is a 3 person seat (2 person anywhere in Europe) which doesn't really fit 3 people on, during the course of the journey humans are packed on like cattle until there are 4 or 5 sharing the seat, all the time the unspoken space game has been taking place. In order to save your ...


