"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..." - Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1
Friday, April 1, 2011
Bangka island village
This village is overrun with children of all ages. No one in this village has access to any health care what so ever. Mothers deliver their babies alone or with a neighbor or Grandmother birth attendant. Mortality and morbidity rates are not accessible but I was told that many women and babies die here during delivery. I was encouraged to stay and open a Puskas Mas (health clinic) for this village. The Indonesian government will provide financial support for supplies such as first aid and vaccines; it has been virtually impossible to convince any Indonesian health care worker to run a clinic in this village because it is so remote and requires a boat ride to and from N. Sulawesi for reinforcements.
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