rs. This morning I went to the office of the Health Ministery in Nakuru. I learned that our hospital now belongs to the Naivasha district, that means from now on we have to get our vaccines from Naivasha which is two times as far as Nakuru. I was not happy but couldn't change his mind. So this meeting was not very fruitful and constructive for me. In the hospital there is a lot to do: Many patients came with stomach upsets, fever and open wounds. Some even come without any illness; they just need someone to tell their sorrow. Many only realize with the time what they had lost. Our cleaning ladies (see picture) show us that different tribes easily can live and work together: on the left side is Serea, a Massai; on the right side Ann, a Kikuju. They took the opportunity of a dry day to do our laundry. One young patient was in observation because of a possible malaria infection. Her blood is now being checked by our medical crew. At 5 pm I wanted to go to Nakuru to buy some food but it was so chaotic on the streets that I quickly returned - I will have to accept what I have at home...Editorial note: One of today's pictures was too nice to be published in small size, you fill find it on our special photo blog on Kenya. It shows a mother and her child in our waiting room.
