WOODRIDGE COUNTRY HOTEL
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Yesterday was another public holiday for the national election. We've seen hoards of campaigners everywhere that we've been in the last month. Mostly for the ANC party.
As we can't vote (although everyone has assumed that we would be) we decided to go into hospital anyway. As there were only 2 patients and 1 very relaxed doctor, we very quickly decided to go and do something else. Turns out people feel the need to come ...
... with diarrhoea, pneumonia or for malnutrition and a lot have a mixture of all three. HIV is very common as I've said before so we're getting used to testing for the more unusual causes of these things if the children don't seem to be improving.
It seems very common here that the mothers will leave the children to grandmothers to look after so it's normally the Grandma we are speaking to. What also seems fairly common in mothers running away and leaving the children ...
... most of the morning stood next to her pulling it down and watching it fly back up to her belt.
We also got our first taste of how the local healers pose a challenge for the hospital doctors here as many of the young infants have cuts made around their tummy as cures which go on to get infected and some of mothers refuse to give their children the TB medicines and take the children to local healers ...
... mama was an outstanding cook. During our first tour of the area the next day, I realized that our living situation was a great exception. There were so many people living in extreme poverty. After walking miles and miles, up and down hills, we ended up at the beach on a beautiful, warm, and sunny day. After soaking up some sun and playing in massive waves, we returned home to find a house full of kids. Our homestay cousins and siblings taught us a traditional Zulu dance, ...
... fished out, metres from the halfway buoy, but all three of us had managed to lose each other for a good half an hour amidst the finish line chaos. When we did all eventually join up, Dad’s pride was bruised, Mum’s worry reflex was fully activated and my heart was sore. Not to be beaten down entirely, we returned to camp and drank ourselves in oblivion, taking turns to wear my medal and announce our team’s retirement from the competition ...