I ended up in Mulia, which those of you who've read my book might recognize. We flew for hours over green jungle, then made an abrupt turn to land on a seriously tilted airstrip. Taking off was much worse since you went barreling down the hill and jumped right before a huge cliff.

I was there to help take care of a 2-year-old while the missionary mother was having her second baby. As it turned out, another missionary was there having a baby at the same time and I was getting a tour of the clinic when she went into very quick labor. It was so quick that I was sent to bring the "trolley" from the delivery room. I'd run halfway down the hall before I realized I didn't know what a trolley was. ;) I ended up holding a flashlight over the pertinent area for almost an hour and got a serious education!

One of the other interesting things I did in Mulia was spend the night in a hut in celebration of my 21st birthday. It was the women and children hut and you had to get on your knees to get in the door. Inside we sat on a bed of straw around a smoky fire, from the ashes of which they pulled our sweet potato dinner. We also got a bowl of greens that made me gag with the first bite -- luckily the gal I was with was able to knock them back so we switched bowls in the dark and I continued to gnaw on my potato.

That was one of the longest nights of my life. I laid awake for 8 hours, counted almost minute by minute on my watch. I was really sick and had to get up a couple times and stumble around with a flashlight looking for the appropriate hole in the ground. There was also a rat or something scratching in the hay at my head that gave me the willies. :)