We left for the villages every morning at about 10 am. We stopped at the health ministry's storehouse to pick up about 200 immunizations and syringes. The storehouse was little more than a shed with unorganized boxes piled between motorcycles. Supplies taken out of the storehouse were recorded on paper on the honor system--it would never fly in the US. Then onto Nyambugo! The roads were completely uneven and rocky. No meaningful communication could happen over the sound of the window panes rattling loudly in the frames. No seat belts, either.
In Nyambugo, the villagers were very relaxed. The clinic setting was not as fast-paced or outcome-based as the clinics in the US. In between waiting for patients, I played a round of pool in a shack! I think they got a kick out of the fact that 1) A white person was hanging out in their remote village. 2) A girl was playing pool. It was the spectacle of the whole village. I wish I had a picture, but unfortunately it will remain a memory in only my mind's eye. My opponent scratched on the 8 ball like 5 times, but eventually beat me, so we called it a tie!
On the bumpy way up to Malot the next day, we stopped at a hot springs! Below is a picture one of the nurses told me emphatically "your husband will really like this picture of you!" xD