This morning we got up quite early and left Dalat. One the way back to Saigon, we stopped at a waterfall. It had rained hard the night before and that morning and the river was a muddy swollen torrent:
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Some of the more “adventuresome” ones walking underneath the waterfall on a flooded catwalk.
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Three musketeers!
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A hanging bridge across the river
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Some people who lived on the river
We ate a wonderful breakfast of french bread, fish, eggs, and pork!
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Arlin peacefully sleeping much to Phil’s chagrin
After we got back to Saigon, we went to the hospital to visit the man that had the stroke during the church service. He was unconscious while we were there but we had a good time of encouraging his family and praying for him. The hospital was nearly indescribable. The hallways were outdoors. Everything was built with bare block walls. 20-30 patients were in each room. The outdoor hallways were lined with the sleeping bags and miscellaneous possessions of the family members who were staying with people in the hospital. We had to don special sandals and a bright yellow lab coat to go in to visit the man.
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A view through the window into a typical hospital room.
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The entrance to the hospital room he was in