I spent
another day digging out a larger room in the hospital while Melanie rested at
the hotel. There seemed to be more
volunteers today. I must admit that I was
near my limit in wielding a shovel so I spent most of the day one the wok
crew. As the young men shoveled the mud
into woks, everyone else passed the full woks, one to the next, down the line
until the last person threw the mud through the window. There would be a bulldozer coming later to
clear the area outside. Eight hours of
passing heavy mud in this altitude is pretty darn hard work but we had
fun. Most people chatted about
everything under the sun as we worked.
One of the main topics though was definitely about the smell of the
mud. How did it get so bad? I’ll never know. Occasionally, something like a child’s doll
or a shoe would be dug up. That usually
silenced everyone for a moment as it got passed down the line in the wok. Fortunately, we never dug up anything grimmer
than that. By late afternoon, I was
happy to be going back to the real world.
I walked back to the hotel and collapsed onto the bed.
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Those are prayer wheels on the top that are supposed to be in the space below the platform.
That space (also in the photo below) was at shoulder level when I walked past this spot four weeks earlier.
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