Manta

We got to Manta last night and man, this is a blast from the past.  Above all what I'm reminded of most is the smells.  The ocean, fish markets, all the cars burning diesel instead of unleaded, every smell reminds me of the last time I was in the Pacific.  Besides the smells there is the music everywhere, the engrossing contrast of abject poverty and vibrant society.  I love this place.

I still miss my wife, though.  Fortunately we have plenty of work to keep ourselves busy.  Today we help set up the temporary clinics in Manta.  Next week I will be stationed on the U.S.S. Comfort for four days (still sleeping in the hotel, though) but until then I will be rotating sites whose locations I do not know.  Wish me luck!