The good news is that the young lad who we feared would die last week, pulled through and was able to go home yesterday afternoon. He is painfully thin and although 2 years old, cannot yet walk but is crawling. Hopefully the family will bring him back for check-ups but there was no real reason for them needing to stay here.
There have been 5 children in the medical centre, two of which are prem babies in incubators. All are doing well despite several days of the power going on and off. Mike was up during the night refilling the generator with petrol to keep it going to allow the incubators to stay at a constant temperature. The power came back this afternoon after about 18 hours without but now we have no water.
On Friday Mike took the day off so we decided to head uphill and see if we could get as far as the view of Lake Mutanda. We managed it....though Mike got there before Sue....but considering the inclines it was amazing she got there at all! It was indeed an amazing view of a huge lake dotted with islands. There is an Eco campsite on the edge of the lake and apparently you can canoe out to the islands. Definitely something to try someday.
Mike had his first attempt at driving the pick-up van. It can just about make it into Kisoro and back without overheating. The doors don't lock and the handbrake isn't much good so fairly standard for here. He got back and sighing with pride said...I didn't knock anyone over!
It promises to be a busy week this week. Rosie, the neonatal nurse, arrives back with Andrew, a volunteer carpenter who is coming to build cupboards in the medical centre. We will take it in turns to feed him for a month, poor man! The Community Health Training Programme that Mike is involved in gets started. The Archdeacons have apparently selected the volunteers but are the volunteers aware of this yet? Festo assures Sue that he will have the workshop ready by Wednesday. He is making her such a superbly strong cardboard press that she can't move it by herself - or even with help. This is a bit problematic given the sudden and intense rain which would soak the supposedly drying boards in no time. No problem says Festo, we men will come and move it if it rains. Ah but they are also supposed to put the goats inside when it rains. Which would take presidence - goats or cardboard?
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