Raju and the hospital

I had my first and hopefully last trip to a Nepalese hospital today. It turned out to be a bit of an anti-climax in the end.

I was having tea with Maya and Milan when Tess came running down the street carrying Raju, one of the children from the home. He had a huge gash across his temple, the beginnings of a huge lump and was even less responsive then usual. Even with all the blood and three foreign women poking at him, he wasn't crying – maybe that should have tipped us off that he was fine.

I was decided someone should take him to the hospital. Promod, Raju and I jumped on a motorcycle. When we arrived all Raju wanted to talk about was how hungry he was. I felt like an over protective mum. It turned out to be just a bad cut and a bit of a lump