The Postas

It´s been a busy couple of days. I have been traveling with professor Duffy to some of the remote villages where he is checking on the radios. It seems as though every place he visits has something wrong with the antenna, although most of the problems can be solved in a few minutes. The people are all really friendly but often evasive as to how things have broken. They all greet professor Duffy with smiles.
We went to a ''village'' today that was composed of a few dozen houses made out of some woven material, not cement or logs or anything. The houses were on the beach, straight on the sand, and there was no greenery to be seen. Professor Duffy wanted to check on the radio in the posta medica (as he had heard that it was not working), but the technician had taken a leave of absence and the posta was closed. I didn´t understand why the technician had left, it may have been some medical emergency. The town, constructed 12 years ago, has no electricity or purified water. Apparently the people who live there are all fishermen.
Tomorrow we are going to try and find the director of the hospital in Huarmey and ask him if I can stay and observe. I want to emphasize that I can only observe at this point or perform very simple tasks, because my Spanish only allows me to understand about half of what is going on around me.

I miss everyone, but more than that I miss toilets with seats. My squatting muscles are not up to par.