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It's not all work, work, work.

I am away in the UK for a couple of weeks. Flicking back through these entries (and boy, some of them are long-winded - did you really read them or did you "skip to the end"?) I fear I may have misled you. My life in South Africa is not, as the balance of my writing might imply, one of entirely selfless dedication to others. This country is after all, one of the most beautiful and varied in the world. If you were sitting with me in the lounge I would whip out my laptop and inflict upon you the 25,000 photos I appear to have taken on my weekend jaunts. Instead (and I no doubt hear you cry "mercifully") I give you half a dozen highlights. Until a fortnight. Sala kahle.

Approaching the Drakensberg.


In the Drakensberg mountains with Dr Tom (centre) and Dan, an elective student (right).


Hippos in the St Lucia Wetlands National Park.


The Umngeni Valley Nature Reserve - looking down from the crags to the river. Excuse the knees - photographic composition dogma required a foreground.


Crossing the swing bridges in the Mkuze Game Park Fig Forest.


A herd of antelopey things - impala I think but I don't know and you don't care. Mkuze Game Reserve.


Ostriches having sex at the Umfolozi River Lodge. Not beautiful but certainly varied. The accomodation for humans was apparently better than this.

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non-dla said…
Hello, very interesting web page. I'm just finishing my F2 in UK and am interested in working in SA. Just wondered if you wouldn't mind my asking how much postgrad experience you had before going to SA?
9 July 2007 at 18:32
Ed Moran said…
I had a fair degree of postgrad experience but there are many UK docs working in SA with less - including some with 2 or 3 years. With the new training system I am sure there will be many more as there will no longer be the freedom to be an SHO for 2 or 3 years after hous jobs. Happy to speak to you about it. Go to the Rural Health Initiative web page (www.rhi.org.za) and email Tracey Hudson who can give you my phone number (or else let me know your email address).

Ed
9 July 2007 at 18:36
non-dla said…
Thanks for your reply. I've been in touch with Tracey who's been very helpful. However, the phone number that she's given me doesn't seem to work so I think it will have to be email. My address is nondla@googlemail.com

Noni
12 July 2007 at 22:31
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