How the morning goes
Our scheduled departure time for the clinic in town was 8:00 am. We (John, Jackson, Alex and I) were packed and ready at 8:00. The doctor arrived on his moto with his wife, Shirley, at 8:40, which is typical. We were still missing Anthony, a key member of the tooth extraction team.
Doc and Shirley led the way to Anthony’s house on their bike, and we followed in the jeep several minutes later. We met up with Anthony as he came walking down the street, but then we couldn’t find the doctor anywhere. We drove around the wild back streets, looking for him, because we didn’t know where to go in Pucallpa without his guidance.
Finally, we went all the way back to the mision to get the cellphone. Jackson talked to the doctor on the phone for about 10 minutes, could not figure out where to go, and decided to head to town anyway.
After only a few minutes of driving, the jeep ran out of gas. We pulled over in an alleyway, choking and crying from the fumes. The whole jeepload had tears running down their cheeks—we looked at each other and laughed.
Jackson grabbed the Pepsi bottle that we keep for such a purpose and headed off to find a gas station. The doctor suddenly showed up on his moto in time to chase off after Jackson. The rest of us sat there, quietly. Anthony slept with his ipod and headphones. I wrote in my journal. John took pictures of blossoms on a nearby bush.
We were neither surprised nor bothered. We just waited.
Doc and Shirley led the way to Anthony’s house on their bike, and we followed in the jeep several minutes later. We met up with Anthony as he came walking down the street, but then we couldn’t find the doctor anywhere. We drove around the wild back streets, looking for him, because we didn’t know where to go in Pucallpa without his guidance.
Finally, we went all the way back to the mision to get the cellphone. Jackson talked to the doctor on the phone for about 10 minutes, could not figure out where to go, and decided to head to town anyway.
After only a few minutes of driving, the jeep ran out of gas. We pulled over in an alleyway, choking and crying from the fumes. The whole jeepload had tears running down their cheeks—we looked at each other and laughed.
Jackson grabbed the Pepsi bottle that we keep for such a purpose and headed off to find a gas station. The doctor suddenly showed up on his moto in time to chase off after Jackson. The rest of us sat there, quietly. Anthony slept with his ipod and headphones. I wrote in my journal. John took pictures of blossoms on a nearby bush.
We were neither surprised nor bothered. We just waited.
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