Safari in Yala National Park & Turtle Conservation Project

Yala is quite a long drive from Galle as it rests on the southeastern coast of the island. There are closer national parks we could have ventured to with a heap of elephants and water buffalo, but Yala is the home of Sri Lanka's 200 leopards and in the off chance we could get to see one, we thought it was worth it.

An albino Green Turtle.
He likes me cause we're both pasty.

On our way to Yala, we made a stop at a Turtle Conservation Center and Hatchery. There are 8 different types of sea turtles, 5 of which can be found in Sri Lanka: the green turtle, Olive Ridley, Leatherback, Hawksbill and Loggerhead.  All 5 species are listed as critically endangered or endangered. Despite this status, many people are illegally poaching turtle eggs when the turtles come ashore to nest on the beaches. People poach these eggs for human consumption or for sale to 'tourist attraction' hatcheries. The turtle's nesting grounds are also being destroyed by tourist beach development. Some hawksbill turtles are being hunted for the illegal tortoiseshell trade. At this point, for every 1000 turtle eggs laid, only one mature adult turtle is likely to survive. Awful.

Holding a Hawksbill turtle on the mend from a clash with a fishing boat.
His wounds are healing and soon he can return to the sea.

 We made our way to a turtle conservation project along the southern coast to learn more. Here, we saw eggs that were ready to hatch any minute in the sand pit and the tiny baby turtles born in the past few days. The babies are kept for just a few days to get strong and then released back into the wild. The conservation center also had several wounded or sick turtles that were on the mend before they could be released back to the sea. One turtle had his leg cut off in a fishing trap and was here learning how to swim again with his new stump of a leg. The man running this place was very passionate about the turtles and was taking such good care of these little ones. It was great to see all the species of sea turtles in one location to really take in their differences. Very neat.

The sandbox of eggs!
Several species are about to hatch any minute now!

Hawksbill babies- just a few days old.
Growing big and strong for a few weeks to increase their
chance of survival before being released to the sea. 

We hopped back on the road for a few more hours to reach Yala National Park. We met our guide in the nearby town of Tissamaharama, or Tissa for short. We happened to be on this trip on Poya Day (Full Moon Day), a major event for Buddhists. It's a big weekend of celebration and prayer in the Buddhist community and many families gather together for the day. There were many people taking in the holiday along the river in Tissa- boating and swimming around the lake. When we drove a little farther towards Yala, we saw groups of people bathing in the river- soaping up and rinsing off, changing behind the bushes, and getting ready to head to the temple for prayer. It felt very strange to watch these people bathing out in the open like this, but they don't have any other means of showering or cleaning themselves.

Bathing in the river. 

The lake in Tissa.
A beautiful Poya Day to spend with nature.

Anyways, Tissa is where all the safaris take off from so you can see hoards of guides lining the roads trying to pick up tourists. Luckily, our resort staff helped set us up with the most perfect guide/driver. He was aggressive and knew how to track the animals so we could see everything we wanted to see. Any time we'd come up behind another vehicle, our driver would lay on his horn- like beep beep BEEEEEEEEP! He wouldn't let up until the truck in front would heed to let him pass. If they didn't, our driver would just begin to pass them anyways. We always won. Scary but fun. It allowed us to get up in front of the other safari trucks so we got first view of all animals.

Just after entering the gate, we were greeted with grazing water buffalo, wild boar, and land monitors. Land monitors are the largest lizard things I've ever seen! Apparently they don't attack humans, but they too closely resemble kimono dragons for my comfort. Not too long after we saw a large bull. He was grazing and playing in the brush just a few feet from our vehicle. He kept walking closer, seemingly unaware of our gawking stares and photo-snapping. So refreshing to see an elephant in the wild, roaming free of chains and stabbing spears. A beautiful sight.

Water buffalo and his best buddy
 locked in a staring contest.

We continued down the road to see wild water buffalo and their bird friends. The buffalo and bird have a relationship of mutualism and when you see them together, they just look like ironic friends. Despite the large quantity of water buffalo we saw in Yala, the water buffalo is also an endangered species. Many times we would see the water buffalo hanging around the water holes and mud pits along with the spotted deer and antelope. There was one large rock formation that I joked reminded me of Pride Rock from the Lion King. I later learned it was called Elephant Rock- appropriate since it in fact looks like a side profile of an elephant.

We continued through the park to see all kinds of birds, bats (the largest bats EVER), peacocks, monkey and more! But the one thing I really wanted to see was a leopard. I told our guide to make that happen! He started to lecture me about how all tourists come to Yala and wanted to see a leopard and that there are just 35 leopards in this part of Yala. They're loners so they're spread out over the 3500 acres or something like that and blah blah blah.... I told him that even so I STILL wanted to see one! I gave a big grin so he knew I was being sarcastic (sort of) and he smiled back, turned back to the wheel and started driving around looking for something good to show us. Well, let me tell you, not 10 min later...... wait for it....... WE SAW A LEOPARD!!! It was pretty far back in the trees, sleeping away, but still, we caught a glimpse. And it's probably good to keep your distance from a leopard. That was all I needed to see to make my trip worth it!

Ok, so he's a little far away sitting up in the tree there,
but it's good to keep your distance from a leopard, right?

A little zoom action. 

Standing where the Yala Bungalows were standing
before they were destroyed by the 2004 tsunami. 

Our guide took us down to the shore where the Yala Beach Bungalows used to stand. They were completely leveled during the 2004 tsunami along with about 60 tourists and guides (40 of which were Japanese). Interestingly, not many animals were killed during the tsunami because they seemed to sense the impending danger. It has been reported that elephants screamed and ran for higher ground, dogs (domestic and wild) refused to go outdoors, flamingos abandoned their low-lying breeding areas, zoo animals rushed into their shelters and could not be enticed to come back out, and more...  Based on those reports, it seems safe to assume that animals really do possess a 6th sense and were able to feel or hear the Earth's vibration and tipping them off to the approaching disaster. Thousands of lives were lost, but few animals succumbed to the tsunami. Fascinating.

A memorial for the 2004 tsunami.
Representing the 3 large waves that took out Yala.

We saw so much more than I expected and as the sun started to set, the safari became even more surreal. It was just gorgeous to see the sun setting over the water buffalo and crocodiles and elephants.... words can't even describe how incredible this experience was. Molly has been on a safari in Africa and she kept saying that it so reminded her of her experience there. I'll have to check that one out myself when I make it to Africa. But for now, I'll remember this trip and all it's beauty. Enjoy some more animal pics below!

So close to the animals!
A large bull grazing. 

Love my monkeys! 

Mama and baby!
Baby was playing with the bird- chasing with her trunk.

Eagle

Land monitor- doesn't it look like a kimono dragon? 

Labor and Delivery at Mahamodara Hospital

The last rotation week in ob/gyn found me at Mahamodara Hospital, just off the coastal highway linking Galle to Colombo. The hospital itself was heavily damaged by the 2004 tsunami, leaving large parts of the facility abandoned. Though many died in the initial wave, the patients of the Mahamodara were evacuated just in time to escape the tsunami’s second, more powerful wave. Although the mothers and children survived, the hospital didn’t. The venerable Mahamodara had been Galle’s maternity hospital since the 1940s. Now that it was gone, mothers were forced to go to the Karapitiya Teaching Hospital, which quickly became overwhelmed and overcrowded. On the first anniversary of the tsunami, workers broke ground on the new inland hospital and quickly set to work laying the foundation of what the Germans promised would be a state-of-the-art hospital for the people of Galle. But now, more than 7 years later, a concrete slab is all that exists of the promised maternity hospital. Thanks to the mismanagement of the donated funds, miscommunication, and cost overruns, the project came to a crashing halt. Enormous cranes and construction equipment can still be seen at the construction site, but no work has taken place for several years. Thankfully, attention was returned back to Mahamodara where several new wards have been built in the past few years, equipment has been donated and the Sri Lankan and German Rotary Clubs have made sizable monetary donations to revamp the women's hospital. 

Most of our time was spent on the labor ward, where a dozen or so women on nearly bare cots with zero privacy would deliver the most beautiful little babies. Very different from my experience on L&D in the states. 




Differences: 
-no epidurals here! not even an option! 
-nearly every woman delivering her first child vaginally will have an episiotomy (OUCH!). The professors are trying to reduce the number of episiotomies, however this number is still rather high. 
-women are smaller here (smaller body and smaller pelvis) so many tear during delivery
-no husbands or family members allowed on the ward during delivery (b/c it's one large room with women laboring/delivering, and many women having their lacerations repaired --legs in stirrups with med students stitching).... though this is different at private hospitals where patients can have a husband or family member in the room 
-no peds team on standby in the room
-C-sections are reserved for emergency, not elective (unless in the private sector)
-breech deliveries are still delivered vaginally, as are twins (most of these would be C/S in the US)
-patients hold their own legs and no one is coaching them through their pushing or telling them how long to push

Similarities:
-women are screaming out their labor pains
-oxytocin is everywhere! 
-the little nuggets are so cute!!! 
-both labor and delivery experiences make me scared to own a uterus

Ambulance carrying a new mom and her newborn from the delivery ward at
Mahamodara Hospital across the street  to the newborn nursery and clinics.

Maternal mortality, however, is impressively low in Sri Lanka (39/100,000 – the lowest in the Asian region), no doubt thanks to the public health system. All women receive free care with regular visits at the community medicine antenatal clinics, with 99% having at least 1 prenatal visit during their pregnancy. (See my blog about the MCH clinic in Gintota for more on the antenatal screening and Public Health Midwives.) If there is any problem or concern the women are referred to Mahamodara for further investigations. 

A heap of medical students watching a twin breech delivery.
There aren't normally this many students watching a delivery,
but with the unique nature of this birth, everyone wanted to learn. 

Side note: 

Dr. Fernando in Community Medicine had told me a story of one of her patients she referred to Mahamodara from an antenatal appointment- a pregnant woman came to see her at the MCH clinic for her 36 week check up. The woman was so large from swelling, she could barely open her eyes or stand on her feet. Her bare feet were so blistered and swollen, they appeared like a large driver head of a golf club. She couldn't afford a tuk tuk nor did she have any mode of transportation. She had walked the 5 miles to the clinic, barefoot and 36 weeks pregnant. Without having to do any investigation (though she did) she knew there was a problem. Dr. Fernando pulled out some money and got her a tuk tuk to send her immediately to Mahamodara Hospital. A week later, a skinny woman with a newborn came to the MCH clinic to see Dr. Fernando. She had no idea this was the same patient she had sent off in a tuk tuk just one week prior. When the woman arrived at Mahamodara, she was immediately taken back to the operating theater where she delivered her struggling baby at 36 weeks. Mom and baby were so happy and healthy, thanks to Dr. Fernando.

Adam's Peak

Adam's Peak
known locally as Sri Pada 

Adam's Peak is both an object of worship and pilgrimage for centuries for Hindus, Muslims, Buddhists and Christians alike. At the summit there is a huge boulder, about 8 ft high with strange impression on the bare rock that is claimed to be a footprint (Sri Pada) made by Buddha himself during the third of his three legendary visits to the island. The Christians believe that Adam, the father of the human race, was expelled from the Garden of Eden (Paradise) for eating the forbidden fruit and then cast back to earth, on top of this mountain where he stood on one foot for 1000 years to expiate his sin against the Creator. The Muslims have a similar belief  to the Christians. They believe that the sepulcher of Adam lies atop the mountain. The Hindus believe that the footprint is that of Lord Siva, the 3rd god of the Holy Triad. What's really impressive to me is not the footprint itself, but the fact that this sacred place coveted by so many faiths is not wrapped up in a religious battle or turf war like those you find in places like Jerusalem.   

The mountain itself is dramatic in that it rises abruptly from the lower valley with no other peaks around. It's not the highest mountain on the island, but it does offer an unobstructed view over the land and sea. We wanted to make our way to the summit before sunset to witness a unique phenomenon known as the irasevaya or "Shadow of the Peak". The rising sun casts a perfectly triangular shadow of the peak's summit, which hangs miraculously suspended in the air for about 20 minutes. The phenomenon has yet to be fully explained, thus the Buddhist take this as proof of Sri Pada's importance and supernatural quality.

Scared for my life and holding on to the seat in front
of me. I mean, you can see my hair is even flying up..
that's how much we were bouncing around in the car!  

So off we go to make our own pilgrimage up Adam's Peak. The drive to Dalhousie, base of Adam's Peak was another terrifying drive despite the beauty of the tea plantations that surrounded us. The road was wide enough for one car and one motorcycle to fit side by side, but this was a 2-lane road apparently. Our driver, being aggressive as usual, was speeding around blind curves and honking to pass cars the entire way. The roads were full of potholes and rough edges, many of the edges dropped straight down the mountain side leaving no room for error. I was so nauseous and car sick- I came really close to throwing up and even had to open the window when I thought I was going to lose it. You know the road / drive is bad when Mollie can't sleep. That girl can sleep in any vehicle! But not this time... Holly and I both took a meclazine for the drive home.

Tea plantations everywhere. The scenery was beautiful.
Too bad we were too scared to enjoy it. 

We finally got to our little hotel- Wathsala Inn, at the base of Adam's Peak. We watched the sunset over Adam's Peak from the patio and then after a delicious buffet with many new curries we attempted to get a few hours of sleep in before we got up at 2am to start our adventure. No such luck. Not only is it impossible for me to go to bed at 9pm, but buses were pulling up and tuk tuks were honking all night. The Russians in our hotel were celebrating someones birthday and of course were drinking heavily. They were so loud it sounded like they were in our room. I think I managed to fall asleep at 1:30am and then the alarm went off at 2. Sigh.

2:30 am. Here we go.

Sinhalese, Tamil, English

We were on the road at 2:30 am, walking from our hotel to the base. You can't tell where the trail really begins because it is lined with food shops, souvenir stands, and lots of folks selling warm clothing. We specifically chose to go this weekend instead of last because last weekend was Poya Day, or full moon. Poya Day is sacred for the Buddhists (80% of Sri Lanka) and many make the pilgrimage up to the top to give their worship to Adam's footprint. All 12 Poya Days are public holidays so travel around the island is also greatly increased with people celebrating with family. Needless to say, we wanted to avoid more vehicles on the road and more crowding at a tourist attraction.

We hiked the from the base of Dalhousie on the northern side of the mountain. Over 5,000 stairs and 7437 feet of elevation the climb didn't take us nearly as long as we had anticipated, BUT, as we approached the top, we started to drastically slow down until we came to a halt. We were stuck in a cue of people. We were about 100m from the top and moving about 1 step per 10-15 min. It was only 4:30 in the morning and people were coming down the other side so we figured we still had 1.5-2 hours to go less than 100m. Wrong. Mollie and I only got about 50m from the top by 6am. The sun began to rise. We didn't move a single step. Luckily, we were stuck at a point on the east side of the mountain with a clear view of the valley and sun rise. It was spectacular. Such bright reds and oranges cast by the sun and a bright moon overhead lighting the mist over the reservoir at the base of the valley. You could see miles out and the mist continued to clear, the clouds lifted to form cotton balls around a lower segment of the mountain. What a gorgeous site to see. My pictures just don't do it justice.

So close to the top but not moving.

I began to have some hope again as I started to see a stream of people starting their descent, however, our line continued to stand still. It was frustrating to see all the punk teenagers jumping the rails to go up the "down" side. These people were getting to the top while the rest of us were standing still. If they wouldn't have all cut the line, our line would actually move. I sound so old. But it was frustrating and disrespectful. We were so close, but the top was so jammed up with people going up through the exits (there are 3 trails on different sides of the mountain that lead to the top) and to top it off, Adam's foot print was closed off so we wouldn't be able to see it anyways. All in all, we stood stationary 50m from the top for 2.5 hours. TWO AND A HALF HOURS! We had met a nice British couple on their honeymoon in line behind us and we were all able to keep ourselves entertained, but when we spoke with a European couple on their way down who told us it wasn't worth it, we decided to give in and start heading down to find Holly. We were freezing and frustrated. We also knew that Holly hadn't packed as many warm clothes as we had so if we were cold, she had to be freezing. Enough was enough.

We found Holly on our way down. She was also stuck in the line and ended up with a group of French tourists so she got a chance to practice her French! Since she had packed fewer warm clothes, she was freezing and hoping we'd come down soon.

The way down is always worse than the way up. Some stairs were wide, some skinny, some narrow, some high, some short, you get the point! The hike was much more beautiful on the way up- in the dark. It was actually very sad to see just how poorly the Sri Lankan people, particularly the youth, treat this supposedly sacred trail. People were peeing in the bushes despite having toilets every hundred meters. We watched locals- both old and young- throwing their trash anywhere they pleased. The bushes, the stairs, everywhere! Guess the concept of "leave no trace" hasn't made it's way here. They are also burning their trash along the trail- plastic and all. Really makes for some good air quality when sucking wind on your way up!

Coming down with the clear blue skies
and the moon above. 

Down, down, down we go. 

It was really quite sad that the foreigners treat Adam's Peak with more respect than the locals who cherish Sri Pada as a sacred pilgrimage.

Climbing Adam's Peak was a great experience and a gorgeous sun rise, but next time I'd avoid the harassment by adolescents with all their pushing and shoving, avoid the line and overall trashed staircase, and opt instead to climb Sigiryia. After all, Adam's Peak is only the 4th tallest mountain in Sri Lanka so it's nothing to brag about :-)

Unawatuna

Before the tsunami of 2004, Unawatuna was named one of the best 12 beaches in the world. The tsunami swept away most of the restaurants and businesses and destroyed the coral reef that made this spot so rich in biodiversity and enticing for snorkelers. Despite the lack of response from the government, the people of Galle worked very hard to preserve what was left of their businesses and begin the rebuilding process. It is rumored that celebrities like George Clooney and friends donated a lot of money to help rebuild this beloved beach. I don't blame them for wanting to get this place back up and running! Just 7 years after the tsunami and this place is as gorgeous as ever. The beach is lined with cute bungalows, bars, restaurants and small mom & pop guesthouses. The food is delicious and the views are fantastic.

With this beach being a mere 3 miles away, it's no wonder Unawatuna became our go-to beach when we'd get out of the hospital early and want to play the huge waves or eat dinner with the sunset and ocean crashing. Plus, it was the only spot we could find a pizza. And sometimes, you just need pizza.

Fireworks over Luck Tuna

One of our favorite little bars, Lucky Tuna, was right in the center of the beach front. We were introduced to this place on New Year's Eve when our tuk tuk driver, Dinesh, brought us here. Dinesh is born and raised in Unawatuna so he knew every guesthouse and restaurant owner and all the workers along the beach. Dinesh got us drinks all night and stayed with us during the New Year celebration, watching over Holly and I like our very own body guard. He was very protective of us and if any guys would start to bother us, he would come over and rescue us. He definitely made us feel safe in this foreign land. The nice thing about Lucky Tuna was that it was a locals joint, but many tourists also hung out here, making this place a great mix of people to talk to. AND then the British Royal Navy decided to make this their go-to bar.... so we highly enjoyed that.

One of the many gorgeous sunsets at Unawatuna.

 One evening, while waiting for Dinesh to come pick me up, I met a woman who owned one of the restaurants on the strip. It was the week we were on our Pediatrics rotation working with Dr. Jayantha. Apparently, her daughter was saved by Dr. Jayantha 22 years ago and she has loved him and prayed for him ever since. She told me she owes her life and happiness to him. She was so excited that we were learning from him, she asked me to invite the other girls back with me to experience some 'true' Sri Lankan curry at her restaurant. We took her up on this offer and had some of the most amazing curry with real spice! Not the 'tourist' level of spice, but the real deal. It was delish! We also met her husband, Anil, a jeweler whose work we had been admiring through the window for weeks. After meeting him, we ventured into his store... bad idea! He has some amazing work and such beautiful and rare gems. All three of us ended up making some purchases with gems unique to Sri Lanka. The one I really fell in love with was the star ruby. It's gorgeous! And ridiculously expensive- go figure. One day, I'll make enough money to get a ring or pendant made with a beautiful star ruby.

The gem I finally decided on for my ring.
Rhoti (don't know how to spell that)-
a type of quartz unique to Sri Lanka. 

Ayeurvedic medicine at the Spice & Herb Garden

En route to Adam's Peak our driver made an unexpected stop at a Spice & Herb Garden. We got a tour around the gardens to see all the different types of herbs and spices used in Ayeurvedic medicine. I never knew how vanilla and pepper grew on vines and I've never seen the cinnamon bark on the tree. Very cool.

We learned about different concoctions of coconut oil, cinnamon, ginger, sandlewood, jack fruit and many more. Our guide was a young man who was in his last year of university, studying ayeurveda. He was quite knowledgeable and after discovering we all worked in medicine as well, he decided to give us demos of everything.

Since I am covered in mosquito bites from head to toe --seriously, there is not a spot left on my arms or legs to bite-- he mixed together a waxy balm to rub all over to stop the itch and prevent more bites. I smelled like a citronella candle, but I didn't get any more bites that day.

Then he made an oil mixture of sandalwood oil and vitamin E for "anti-wrinkle" cream. I volunteered for that one (see my wrinkle story in the Surgery post). He ended up giving me a rather long face massage with this oil! It was incredible. Then came the headache relief- another menthol-smelling wax that he rubbed/massaged into my temples. And since Holly was coughing, he made her a syrup mix of a whole lot of brown stuff that smelled real bad- Yuck!

Then came the best part-- green oil back, shoulder and leg massages! 45 minutes of free massage. This was better than most massages I've paid money for. I don't know if my wrinkles will disappear or Holly's cough was cured, but I think I like this ayeurvedic stuff!

Mirissa and Weligama

We had so much fun on our bus adventure to Hikkaduwa yesterday, we decided to take the bus west to Weligama and Mirissa beaches. We were such pros this time around! We didn't even have to ask for help at the bus depot... luckily we got on the right bus. The best part of this bus ride was a man who got up front and started singing. I think he was singing for his bus fare, but he sounded like a cat stuck in a dishwasher as he paced up and down the aisle. Awful.

Fishing boat at Weligama. 

Since we were on the express bus (though I'm pretty sure every bus in Sri Lanka is an express bus) we got to Weligama in just 45 minutes. Weligama is on the south coast and it's a cute little town without a whole lot of tourism, mostly a fishing town. But there is one standout of Weligama- Taprobane Island. On this small little island just off the shore, there is a red-roofed colonial villa that used to be owned by some Count and then an American novelist (can't remember who) and now you can rent out the entire villa for $1750 a night. You can walk out to the island at low tide, but come high tide, you're secluded on your own little land. Kinda neat! But other than that, there is not much to do in Weligama. We got off the bus here thinking we'd see some good little shops or restaurants, but nope. Just a whole lot of fishing boats anchored on shore, waiting for their turn to go back out. But they were pretty, so I took pictures.

Taprobane Island

So we headed back to the road to catch the bus a few more miles to Mirissa Beach. Mirissa is sleepy little beach town that hasn't been corrupted by pollution, extreme tourist traffic, or those awful people walking up and down the beach asking you to buy their junk. Hopefully this doesn't change now that word is getting out about the cheap whale watching excursions from here. Mirissa is laid-back and beautiful. Just what we needed on this Sunday.

Fresh catch for sale.
Squid, red snapper, butter fish, and I don't know what else.

 

We hung out in the sun, swam in the ocean and watched the fishermen set up their fresh catches along the shoreline. You could pick out your fish or prawn or crab, whatever, and have the restaurant cook it to your liking. Those were honestly the largest prawns I've ever seen! They don't call them jumbo for nothing! I actually thought they were lobster but I was corrected by the fisherman. I've never seen some of those fish and I'm really hoping none of them were swimming around me when I was in the water. Dinner time came and surprise surprise, I went for the curry! It was SO good and once again, so cheap. While watching the sun go down, we saw a group of cows wander onto the beach. I have no clue where they came from- cows are everywhere here- but they just walked on down to the water and hung out for about a half hour. Never seen that before!

Cows chillin on Mirissa Beach

Ginormous prawns and pretty colorful crab.

Overall a great day in Mirissa. I wish we had more time to spend at this peaceful little spot, but alas, we must head back to Galle for our OB/Gyn rotation! 

Elderly home and Orphanages

When I wasn’t in the operating theater this week, I was out in the community, learning more about the public health system, specifically the care of orphans and elderly. My colleagues and I have already been to a government run orphanage, and this week we wanted to see how the private non-profit orphanages compared. We visited an SOS Village, an Austrian run organization which hosts 12 children per home in 12 total homes on the property. Each “family” home consists of children aged 0-16 years brought in by the courts in cases of abuse or abandonment. The children are cared for by a “mother” in each home who cooks, cleans, and teaches the children valuable life lessons. Each“mother” has years of training and a very intensive screening and selection process. The children still attend public schools like their peers, and return to the village to live a life as close to their peers as possible. They are also set up with vocational and other job training when they age out of the program. It was wonderful to see an organization like this one, working so hard to give these children a rich and meaningful childhood.

Walking with a group of Community Medicine students around the SOS Village.

Two of the family homes at the SOS Children's Village in Galle.

Lots of beauty (and perfect for playing cricket) on the grounds here.

We also made our way to a catholic-run elderly home where I had the pleasure of meeting an amazing woman who was blinded by the tsunami. She told us her story and how the sisters had found her on the streets, nearly dead, and brought her to the facility because she had no money, no family and no way to survive. The sisters were able to find a surgeon, who just this past year, performed an incredible surgery to restore her vision! He was able to see for the first time since 2004.

There were so many great stories from the folks at the elderly home, but what I liked most about the facility was that every resident helped out in any way they could. Some set the dining room tables for meals, others cleared dishes, some peeled vegetables, and some knitted bedding or doilies for the sisters to sell for money for the home. Not everyone could pay, but no one was turned away.

With another fantastic week in the books, it’s hard to believe my time in Sri Lanka is coming to a close. I have learned so much in my short stay; it will be hard to leave. I am very grateful to have had this learning opportunity here in Sri Lanka and I hope that I may return here as a provider one day.