Welcome to Colombo!
Touchdown, and the journey here feels like a story on its own. It took me 33 hours in total by the time I outlasted my many connections and layovers. Singapore was full of heat sensors throughout the airport, and it seems like this coronavirus threat is starting to increase. Stepping off the plane, everyone had a mask on.
The wave of heat descends on you walking through the terminal at Bandaranaike International. I couldn’t help but smile despite feeling the sweat bead on my forehead. Having grown up in Asia as a kid, it felt more like home than anything. But that was a long time ago, and I knew I was in for a little culture shock regardless. › Continue reading…
My time in Guatamala is coming to an end now; my Spanish has improved, I have become part of the local football team and my days at the medical centre have been varied and very different from New Zealand.
Each day brings something new. Most days I take consultations, examine the patient and provide basic treatment where necessary.
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I am living in Boloncó, a small village in the Alta Verapaz region. This region is known to be the poorest, and also the most dangerous region in Guatemala. The latter I have not experienced as of yet. The people here are beautiful; they are welcoming and kind. The closest town is Fray Bartalomé de las Casas, a 50 minute drive along a bumpy ‘road’. The area has a tropical rainforest climate and much of its economy has been built on the cultivation of palm oil. Much to my excitement, it is also well known for cacao and coffee plantations.
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My first impression of Guatemala was a good one. It is a beautiful country; it is mountainous, with terraced hills, numerous looming volcanoes, and diverse forests. Traffic is busy and chaotic, people are everywhere and food stalls; notably fruit, line the roadside. Churches stand tall in every town, Catholicism being the main religion here. And of course, a town is not complete without a football field, even if it does consist of a dirt patch with makeshift goals at times. I was looking forward to getting out the small football I carry with me everywhere when I travel. › Continue reading…
One of my favourite Spanish quotes is “Ponte Las Pilas”, which literally translates to “put in your batteries” and is akin to the English saying, “put your skates on and get cracking!”. It perfectly describes the first few weeks of my time in Trujillo, Peru. There has been no rest for the wicked and I have loved every moment of it.
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As I hung up my white coat for the last time, I reflected on all the great memories of my 5 weeks in the radiodiagnostic department in Pisa, Italy. One particular stand out was being able to trial a new technology in radiodiagnostics utilising virtual reality technology, with the goal to improve the skills of doctors using ultrasound. › Continue reading…