Day 37 Super Typhoon Yolanda – Mass Grave at Basper, a Concert, and Mosquito Torment
The very first thing I did this morning (after taking a bucket bath, shaving, and battling mosquitoes) was to remove […]
The very first thing I did this morning (after taking a bucket bath, shaving, and battling mosquitoes) was to remove […]
It’s already the 13th of December, perilously close to Christmas. I was thinking that since it is so close, I
12:30 p.m.The day began with another flurry of text messages. People here seem to have a routine of greeting the
Yesterday included another walk to the harbor to check on the navy ship. Marie, my main contact, was at the
An unusual day yesterday. A somewhat stressful one. It started out with a walk from the pension house to Mark’s
Yes, I’m still in Tacloban. I checked on the navy ship – LC 551 – yesterday, and it was still
A knock came on my door in the evening a couple of nights ago. It was Dan. He had gotten
It hardly seems appropriate to write “Day 28 Typhoon Yolanda.” The typhoon feels long in the past. It’s still affecting
The term “squatters” almost never came up before the typhoon. But in these post-typhoon days, I hear it all the
“Want to see dead bodies?” I hear this question a lot as I walk around Tacloban. You’d think that nearly