Garpo

Today we gave 5 year old Garpo and his aunt a ride into town. He'd been on the ship for plastic surgery to one of his feet, which had been badly burnt in a cooking accident some time ago, and is now heavily bandaged. He can walk with the aid of crutches, but today the poor little chap had no shoe for his other foot, and his aunt expected him to walk a long way on very hot roads, bare foot. So as he climbed out of our car to catch a taxi to his neighbourhood, Sally gave him Libby's flip-flops. It was the least we could do. Libby wasn't too happy about it, but we've promised to buy her some replacements soon, and she got to spend the rest of the afternoon being carried around on my back, which she was very happy about. Garpo will come back to the ship on Tuesday to have his dressings changed and see how his foot is healing. We hope to see him again then. Olly