We had to keep this picture secret from mom. She was worried enough without having dad on a motorcycle in Africa...
These baby goats played around our house each day. We named the brown one Nigel and the black and white one Dixie
It rained for a couple of minutes one afternoon and it was just enough to clear the sky from some of its smoke and let us see the mountains in the distance.
I followed Dr. Cooper and Dad on the rounds in the morning. Here they are with a little boy with a hemoglobin of 2.6.
Love the colors of Congo!
The shelter where the families of patients cook and wash their clothes
Me attempting to communicate in French. Not sure if my point quite got across though...
Em and I with the girls that taught us french and we taught them English
Us with Dr. Mike, the doctor in charge of the hospital (in blue scrubs) and Dr. Warren Cooper
This is Jonathan, when he came to the hospital he couldn't bend his legs and the day before this picture was taken he had surgery to help him bend his legs.
The room Em and I stayed in at the guest house
Dad's room
The women here carry almost everything on their head--notebooks, pots, buckets, and clothes. Personally, I think it makes a lot of sense. It leaves your hands free and improves your posture.
We saw of a lot of these men on the way to Bunia. They pack a ton of charcoal onto their bikes and then walk an entire day in the hot sun and dust to Bunia to sell it. The next they come back and do it all over again.
Congo doesn't have laws about seatbelts, so two men rode on the back of the truck we were driving in.
