The common earwig. Harmless quirky insect, or fearsome foe? The earwig is thought to have received its humourous name from an old wives’ tale about the small insect burrowing deep into human brains through the ear canal. Supposedly their purpose was to seek out a quiet spot to lay their eggs. Although earwigs are not generally known to hide out in the ears of humans, this has certainly happened at least once. Earwigs do not seem fussy about what kind of small quiet space they squeeze…Continue Reading “Forficula Auricularia”
A highlight for August is the annual Galmi Compound Photo Competition. Here are our entries – judging happens this weekend!
The Lintons are wandering again! Once again we’ve decided to head off from the NT and join the team at Galmi Hospital in rural Niger. This time we’ll be away for around 3 months. We have just finished our first week here in Galmi, and our body clocks have finally creaked and groaned into an appropriate time zone. It has been a good week of reconnecting with people and attempting again to communicate in Hausa. Malaria season is just starting to build up, and from…Continue Reading “Back to Galmi”
The goat was protesting as we loaded her into the back of the rapidly filling 4WD. Three adults, six kids, one goat with her baby, all our luggage, and sixty litres of water. We were in Danja, having met up with our friends the Short family for a weekend trip. They live in the bush with Fulani people, in a tiny village that depends on a well for water and millet for food. We had got up early to catch the bus from Galmi out…Continue Reading “Yoole”
It’s the hottest part of the day in Galmi, and the hospital is winding down for a few hours break.The outpatients waiting room is gradually emptying, calmer now after the packed morning. Women in bright headscarves and men in long robes are milling around, waiting for admission or treatment. The air is heavy with the smell of open wounds and brewing infections. It is a relief to feel the fresh air outside and squint into the mid day sun. I walk back towards the compound…Continue Reading “Compound life”
The ramshackle shops lining the red dirt streets of Niamey are all shuttered and quiet today. In the afternoon a savoury smell of roasted meat wafts over the city. Niger is celebrating Tabaski today, a Muslim festival known as Eid in many other parts of the world. We found our way through the happy chaos of Niamey airport, glad that our luggage wound up in the same place as we did. A few things are like home – it’s hot and humid, and there is…Continue Reading “Niamey”
Have the Linton’s stopped wandering? If you have ever been a reader of this blog you may think that this is the case. After all, it has been about three years since we updated this thing.
We have been in one place, but we haven’t been standing still!Continue Reading "Where did we go?"
The Wandering Lintons have returned once again to the Top End. After a year of travelling, locuming, relaxing and growing our family, we found ourselves looking north and moved back to Nhulunbuy about four months ago. I am working both at the local hospital doing GP Obstetrics, and at Laynhapuy Health flying into a number of homeland communities for GP outreach work. I’m starting to feel outnumbered by the Wandering Linton girls – there’s three of them! Their life here revolves around the pool, friends, kinder, chooks,…Continue Reading “Back in NT”
Things have been quiet on the Wandering Lintons blog for a while. There have been some big changes involving one very small person – introducing Isabel Joy! Our wanderings have taken us right around the world and now back to our roots in Leongatha. It’s lovely getting to know Isabel and work out what life is like as a family of four. We’ve been very grateful for so many people who have cooked for us, helped out and given in such generous ways. Looking forward…Continue Reading “Isabel Joy Linton”
Coffee, croissants, baguette, strawberry jam. It was a very Parisian breakfast, and I couldn’t help but smile at the way our whirlwind tour of UK and France has covered a good number of stereotypes. We had steak and guinness pie in England, haggis/neeps/tatties in Scotland and potatoes in Ireland. We visited castles, drank warm English ales and cold Irish Guinness (some of us), rode the Tube in London, the Metro in Paris, got stuck in traffic on the M1 and listened to Irish music in…Continue Reading “Sampling the Stereotypes”