It is slightly less hot this evening. Or less humid. Plus I had fresh mango and passion fruit juice. So life is good.

One more day of meetings tomorrow. These have been interesting, but with some intense moments. When I'm in listening and translating mode it's always a bit draining for me even if the discussion itself is fairly tame. Internally my brain is going a hundred miles an hour to try and keep up with the conversation. It's a good feeling though. Tiring but kind of like the tired you get from a good run.

shouldn't talk about the weather, but wow it's hot here. The temperature isn't so high I  don't  think, maybe 32 or 33 C, but it's like 99 % humidity. Feels like you're standing in a greenhouse. And it's 9 pm, when it's normally cooler, but I'm feeling no relief at all.

Three years after the Haiti earthquake and I'm still  learning about things that happened  during  those few seconds. One of the staff here who drives for us was telling  me about how his wife was trapped in a building  and had  her leg crushed. It was several days (I'm not entirely clear on exactly how many),  before they could get her to a  functioning hospital that was in any kind of shape to look after her,  and by then  it was too late. Infection  had  set in  and they  were forced to amputate below the knee. My co-worker said one of the worst  things was that he and his wife were  in desperate need but everyone they turned to was in the same situation. Fortunately my co-worker has family in the US,  and  they were able to get his wife there where she received a prosthetic limb.  Then my co-worker asked  me where I was during  the Haiti  earthquake.
"At  home reading the news on the internet."  my pathetic reply.

I think both of us at  that moment were  thinking about how life is horribly, brutally unfair, but nobody said  anything.