Manky toe and chicken legs

Ok even though this post and the one below are only minutes apart, the other one was written yesterday, but not posted because a power-box exploded in the street outside the internet cafe and shut down all computers. So today, Tuesday, third day here.

We've moved to a hotel which is sans the kissing-bandit and a room where the three of us can actually stand up at the same time (without one of us having to hop onto the bed). Although the bathroom looks like something dredged up from the Titanic - man I wish I could whack photos on right now because I've got some pearlers. Also some great ones of what I've been terming Sarah's "manky toe". Irregular huge pus-filled blisters, look I can't even describe it, the photos will come soon and then you'll see the full extent. Yikes, the poor girl - she's a trooper, on antibiotics and cleaning it constantly with iodine with Rae and I examining it a few times a day.

Anyhoo we all got up at 5.30am this morn and headed down the most disgusting street we've ever seen to morning mass at the Mother Theresa house. Eerily, among the kneeling nuns there's a life-size statue of a kneeling Mother T that's fully coloured in so you don't even realise she's a statue until the rest of them all stand up at the appropriate times in the mass. The it was off to volunteer at a hospital where they split the gals and boys up. Gary's already posted Sarah's version of events as a comment to an earlier post (cheers Gary!), my experience was similar I guess. We got to shave and feed some struggling fellers. And massage the legs of a few blokes who didn't really walk around. My lord, one guy had legs like toothpicks and when I touched them it felt like the skin and muscle would just come away in my hands like an overcooked drumstick.

Actually on that note I'm going to end this post. Also because the guys in this internet cafe have turned off all the other computers and the lights!