Race Day (8) - Port Vila

I had just climbed down from atop a banyan tree (in a vain attempt to get a clear view of the track), when I ran into my best friend in Vanuatu, his wife and their child.

The boy, Willie, was lamed when a small cut became septic. Surgery at the hospital only spread the infection, which eventually damaged all the muscles in his thigh. This was the first time I'd seen him any distance at all from his house. He was adamant about seeing the horses, though.

June, 2004

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