John is weighing a baby that was being discharged. The baby is about a month old and was brought into the hospital by his 14-year-old sister, who takes care of him since his mom died when he was born. He was malnourished and weighed 2.3 kg, which is less than 5 pounds. John makes the special formula that they use for dehydrated or malnourished babies (which are only 4-6% of the pediatric patients). The sister was given formulas to take home. She is from the village we went to on that outreach when we first got here, the one that we have photos from, on a previous blog.
This is our kitchen sink. We have to heat water for washing dishes. The drain leaks; good thing the floors are concrete.
I'm holding a banana. They're really good if you buy the right kind.
There is a bee-keeping project in Kisoro, and quite a few bee-keepers around. This hanging round thing is a traditional beehive, alot different than ours at home. The honey here is stronger, mostly from the eucalyptus trees. On a warm, sunny day you can really hear the bees buzzing in the trees and almost feel the vibration of them, it is so strong.
This is how grass is cut here. They call it "slashing." They only get paid about $1 a day and it is hard work.
This is John in the outdoor shower at Bushara Island Camp, where we spent the night after Easter. You tell the people who work there what time you want a shower, and they deliver a 5-gallon bucket of warm water to your campsite and fill up the green tank. I didn't use it, because I don't like showers here.
This is the mixer my Dad fashioned to make whipped cream on Easter. It consists of a hand-drill, and 3 forks, held together with duct tape. The cardboard keeps the forks at a proper distance and keeps paint flecks from dropping into the whipped cream. A real whisk is coming with my aunts. We can make real whipped cream now because we now have access to fresh cow's milk (delivered in a liquor bottle).
This is my (Anthony's) bed. I don't use the net for mosquitoes so much as for all the other creatures, crawling and flying, including mice, spiders, millipedes, crickets, and beetles. The mosquitoes don't seem so bad compared to them.
John is weighing a baby that was being discharged. The baby is about a month old and was brought into the hospital by his 14-year-old sister, who takes care of him since his mom died when he was born. He was malnourished and weighed 2.3 kg, which is less than 5 pounds. John makes the special formula that they use for dehydrated or malnourished babies (which are only 4-6% of the pediatric patients). The sister was given formulas to take home. She is from the village we went to on that outreach when we first got here, the one that we have photos from, on a previous blog. 
This is our kitchen sink. We have to heat water for washing dishes. The drain leaks; good thing the floors are concrete.
I'm holding a banana. They're really good if you buy the right kind.
There is a bee-keeping project in Kisoro, and quite a few bee-keepers around. This hanging round thing is a traditional beehive, alot different than ours at home. The honey here is stronger, mostly from the eucalyptus trees. On a warm, sunny day you can really hear the bees buzzing in the trees and almost feel the vibration of them, it is so strong.
This is how grass is cut here. They call it "slashing." They only get paid about $1 a day and it is hard work.
This is John in the outdoor shower at Bushara Island Camp, where we spent the night after Easter. You tell the people who work there what time you want a shower, and they deliver a 5-gallon bucket of warm water to your campsite and fill up the green tank. I didn't use it, because I don't like showers here.
This is the mixer my Dad fashioned to make whipped cream on Easter. It consists of a hand-drill, and 3 forks, held together with duct tape. The cardboard keeps the forks at a proper distance and keeps paint flecks from dropping into the whipped cream. A real whisk is coming with my aunts. We can make real whipped cream now because we now have access to fresh cow's milk (delivered in a liquor bottle).
This is my (Anthony's) bed. I don't use the net for mosquitoes so much as for all the other creatures, crawling and flying, including mice, spiders, millipedes, crickets, and beetles. The mosquitoes don't seem so bad compared to them.