Story of the day

I was supposed to be picked up by one of the residents this morning at my apartment. When he did not show, I called him. Turns out he did not have my phone number and was still at the hospital after operating all night.

I decided to take a minibus to hospital. There are hundreds if not thousands of these on the streets. One comes by nearly every minute. For the minuscule cost (15 cents for wherever they go) you get the privilege of riding with 15 others crammed into 12 seats.

I had no idea where the minibus was going so asked "anyone speak English". Fellow in front of me answered "I know where you are going". "What". Turns out he was a medical student in my class two years ago and is now an M.D. and was on his way to his hospital where he is interning.

He told me where to get off and change for a minibus to Black Lion Hospital. That's another story not worth telling.

Bye for now.