Mercy Ships project trip - Sierra Leone
Travel days Sept 4-5:
Leaving for trips is never fun for me. My past fears of leaving home come crashing down on me as the hours tick down to departure. I know the term ‘depression’ is a very real condition that plagues people so I don’t want to minimize that by using the word flippantly, but the dread I feel of having to leave Alisha and the boys sets me into a depression-like state. I know it’s irrational and not what God would have me feel, but it’s very real and a real area of growth for me to pursue. It’s far worse than the actual leaving itself, which is quite ridiculous when I think about it after the fact.
Overall, the travel was fine. All the flights were fairly smooth and uneventful – exactly how I like them! We had 5 flights in all, so it was a very grueling trip. Denver to Chicago to DC to Brussels to Banjul (Capital city in The Gambia) to Freetown. Including our team, there were 31 Mercy Ships people arriving on the flight – all but one of us got our bags (a young Mercy Ships gal didn’t get one of hers). Stepping off the plane it felt like Haiti – quite warm with oppressive humidity. It was also raining off and on, which made maneuvering our bags from spot to spot a little tricky.
We gathered in the parking lot, which was quite chaotic, and somehow piled all the bags and people into cars driven by local guys and drove 30 minutes on very dark, half-dirt roads to the ferry dock. We arrived at the dock about 2 minutes after the “nice” ferry left. So, we had to take the “other” ferry, which seemed a little sketchy (I later learned onboard that this company had lost a ferry here a couple of years ago after overloading it. A few hundred people drowned in the rough sea water.) So, after an hour and a half wait in the hot, humid and very still air, we took the 45 minute ferry ride across the four-mile wide river mouth. The Ferry was packed with Sierra Leonians, with loud music blaring on one level and a documentary about the civil war there blaring out a tv on another level! After the ferry docked and we waited for the swarm of people to get off, we carried our bags out into the light rain and divided into 8 landcruisers owned by Mercy Ships and drove the final 15 minutes to the ship. So all told, from my front door to the ship was exactly 35 hours.
Waiting at the airport after arriving. The fact that there were 31 people total from Mercy Ships arriving made things way more complicated and hectic than it otherwise would have been.
It was quite the chaotic scene in the airport parking lot. People were coming up to us and trying to take our bags from us so they could carry them for us (and be paid for doing so!). Then trying to get our bags onto one of the several vehicles scattered amongst the crowd - I was sure we were going to mistakenly put it in the wrong car and never see it again!
This picture in no way describes the discomfort of this shot on the ferry, waiting for it to depart. The air in the room was so warm, humid and still, not to mentioned crowded with people and blaring music. Shortly after this the team scattered throughout the ferry to search for cooler or at least moving air!
The top floor on the ferry - it was so warm and crowded in the room. It was quite a heavy dose of culture shoved in our face right from the start! Good fun.
So after a very long journey, Joe and I were shown to our room – which was like a small little hotel room with our own bathroom. We were exhausted, but neither of us could hold back the giddiness of relief we felt after walking on the ship and seeing where we’ll be staying. We finally hit the hay just after midnight.
Waking up in the morning after a full night’s sleep was a huge blessing. I still couldn’t get over how nice it was to be sleeping in an air conditioned room with a fan on – actually we had two fans on! The normal ‘gut check’ I have to do when I wake up on trips was not there – it is nice having Joe here with me, and coupled with staying in a nice, comfortable place it definitely softens the blow of being gone from home.
After breakfast (cinnamon rolls –are you kidding me?!), we had an opening meeting with the team and then programming meeting with the Mercy Ships guys. It didn’t last nearly as long as typical programming meetings simply because this is a different kind of trip – assessing and recommending water, wastewater, and power system improvements for the three hospitals.
We then met Dulce, our Honduran host who will be our main point of contact while we’re here. She’s a fun gal with a great outgoing personality.
Dulce gave us a tour of the ship and it was impressive – over 450 people housed on the 500-foot-long ship, a library, several lounges, a full cafeteria, a café donated by Starbucks so Starbucks coffee is served free with very cheap specialty drinks, full laundry services, and a small swimming pool up on the top deck. All of this of course exists to sustain the families who live on the ship to work in the fully functioning hospital down on deck 3.
Traffic in Freetown is terrible, so it took an hour to get to the one hospital that is 3 km (2 miles) from the ship. The other two hospitals share a site that is about a 10 minute walk from the ship, so that will be convenient. We met the important hospital players and introduced ourselves as we took a brief tour of the facilities. Doing an assessment of one of these hospitals in the 10 days we’ll be here would be a huge task. Doing THREE assessments will be a major undertaking. Fortunately, we have a very experienced team here (3 engineers on our team have over 30+ years of experience) so I am really excited to see them work their magic! Tomorrow begins the real work.
One other nice perk about the ship is that it has a phone with a Florida number. People on board can purchase a $10 phone card to call home (using the phones in our rooms!) for about 3-cents per minute! So tonight, I got to talk to Alisha and catch up with her and the boys. Things are going well back home, though the boys are always a little ‘off’ while I’m gone, and Alisha’s job is 10x harder. I do miss those 4 special people!
Weds Sept 7:
Today we broke up into two teams to visit the sites. I went with all the civil engineers and one electrical engineer to the ODCH/PCMH site. The site has two hospitals on it, but shares water, sanitation and power systems so we are treating it as a single site. We spent the day with the local maintenance guys who showed us around the property.
* The main site electrical panel has no cover and sits about 20 feet from the front of the hospital. Our electrical engineer pointed this out to them as an immediate hazard and life safety issue. If anyone got to close, the power could ‘arc’ over to them and they would be dead.
* In one location, a septic tank on site had been overflowing each day. They discovered that a nearby break in a water line was filling the tank with water. To ‘fix’ the situation, the maintenance crew installed an overflow pipe that allowed the top of the tank to drain into an open-air, concrete drainage trench that runs through the site (in other words, allowing raw sewage to flow openly in the trench). Earlier in the day, one of our engineers had observed a woman who was washing clothes with the water in that ditch reach down and scoop a handful of the water into her mouth for a drink (probably assuming it was just rainwater).
* We saw several situations where the hospital had equipment (generators, oxygen systems, etc.) that was not working and had been out of operation for months or years. One generator had never been used before, just setting there next to the panel in one of the power rooms because they had run into difficulty in hooking it up.
* In one of the children’s wards we walked in, it was heart-wrenching to see all the young toddlers laying sick in their hospital beds with their mothers layed out on the ground or a small chair, sleeping beside them. I felt for these poor mothers, who love their children no less than I love mine but are unable in many instances to get their children the care they need. What a hopeless, terrible position to be in – I can imagine few things being worse.
* One little boy had a large tumor growing on the front of his face, beneath the skin at his cheekbone. The tumor disfigured his face in a manner that caused his left eye and cheek to bulge out significantly to the side of his face. I asked and the doctor said he had a form of cancer and would begin radiation soon. He was very smiley though, and I could tell his attitude on life was way happier than I know mine would be if I were in his predicament.
One positive thing about our visit is that there is a young Dutch doctor, Sandra, who is working there in partnership with the hospital. She actually grew up on a Mercy Ship as an MK (‘Missionary Kid’) and is now a doctor herself, having lived in Sierra Leone for nearly 6 years now. She works for an aid organization that has an office at the hospital, providing support and working on improving infrastructure with the local hospital doctors and administrators. She is doing great work there and is a perfect example of how missionaries can and should be partnering with locals to meet the needs of the people. She is very thankful that our EMI team is here to help sort through some of the technical issues that she has been working on while feeling deficient technically since it’s out of her area of training.