Greetings from Bambari

 The honey beer from last episode was a fail - all sold out by 11am on a Sunday.  We go for the next best thing, millet beer (home brewed).  Tastes like a very un-hopped brown ale, a little nutty, a little smoky.  Even the Brit likes it: "Cheers, mate!" -John Edward, finest hospital facilities manager ever.  Also skilled in rugby and astral projection. I feared that my Fulani language acquisition project was shot, as my interpreter/informant/teacher Valentin, a Cameroonian native in Fulani was on an extended vacation.  He's back!  I can ask Fulani equivalent phrases of local speakers but parsing their replies is challenging.  Kind of pointing at something and saying "What is this in Fulani?" and the answer is "That is your left hand" but you don't know which word means "that is", "left" "your" "hand" or if the whole thing is just "hand" - you get the idea.  And the online Fulani sites use West Afric

  I recommend a holiday in Cambodia.  The kids do not like the Dead Kennedys song, but the country I think amazed us all.  The ancient temples, the agreeable people, the genocide memorials all warrant visit.  More bats roosting in trees, I guess this is a thing, who knew? not me. Cambodian silk, Central African tailoring, and behold.  The tailor was amazed at how soft the fabric was: I have another bolt different colors/pattern, I'll probably go for another of the same model. Back in Bambari, things have evolved.  My immediate supervisor is gone, here now a dynamic, motivated and intelligent replacement.  Can we get anywhere on meaningful improvement in my remaining 2 months?  Time will tell, odds not in our favor as hierarchical obstacles abound.  But at least we can try. I will repeat our "don't scold the patients and families" training, which featured role playing (by me as an over the top irate nurse) to much general amusement.  Here is the announcement, and a sam