After our leisure day back in Mahajunga, we drove back towards Ankarafantsika to our campsite where we’d be staying and operating clinic for the last week. Our new home was tents on patches of sand, with pit toilets, bucket showers (or gravity showers…if there was still water), and lots of rice. The Malagasies were our full board on this last site. Rice three meals a day. Sometimes egg with breakfast, vegetables and rooters for lunch, and more so in the evening. Occasional meat included zebo, chicken, and tilapia. Frankly, this last week was the most enjoyable to me. We’d all settled in, I guess, but what really brought me joy was the lifestyle. There seems like nothing to worry about when you live in a tent and eat cheap, simple, yet delicious food. I felt at home more often than I do in the States. Clinic was more of the same, though we were in a less closed off shelter…the wind got the better of us at times.
There were other teams at this site, mainly wildlife research people. Some of them from the States and a few Malagasies. They’d help us when they were free, and at night we’d all enjoy a good meal, some good music, conversation, and of course quality Malagasy beverages. Since we had little artificial light besides flash lights, we’d get to bed at a decent hour after chatting and being so tired sleeping on the ground wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
We did a few surgical extractions at Ankarafantsika, one endodontic procedure (with help from our Nomad portable dental x-ray unit), and even had a hypoglycemic incident in which I helped. Nothing like real, on your feet training. Granted, I’ve been training for that since I can remember (did I mention I’m an Eagle Scout?).





















































