I've got a few of my photos from this trip sorted out now.
Here's the view from the school at the second village we dropped gear at
Same village... the headman making a record of who got blankets.
Its a tough life there
This is Mon, the woman we took to hospital.
I know I shouldn't... but I can't help thinking of Debbie Does Dallas....
Um, serious now... she wasn't exactly a big lady
Not that any of them were
Damn bloodthirsty lot though
When we got Mon into hospital in Hongsa, the nurses took over. In Oz, this would have been done by a surgeon, in theatre. They chopped away all the dead flesh - quite a bit of it... and cleansed the wound. Mon spent the next week on IV antibiotics and has just gone back to the village.
I discovered how the locals stop the hubby slipping the tongue... or anything else in....
The only sign of aid I noticed in this village was the two water stations... and perhaps the hydro genset down at the creek