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medicines.
There's a lot of what people call "Katrina crud," which probably comes from molds.
Most of us volunteers have come down with respiratory problems, too, although I don't know whether it's from tiredness (I basically didn't get much sleep for three nights) or from being in close quarters with other people.
The weather has been lovely, sunny and in the high sixties, low seventies, quite a change for us Minnesotans.
Now our adventure on the way down went like this:
Three of us flew separately from the rest of the group, first to Memphis and then to Gulfport, or at least that was the plan. Our pilot tried to land in Gulfport three times but aborted at the last minute, which was kind of unnerving. Then he came on and announced that since Gulfport was too fogged in to land, we were going to be diverted to New Orleans.
So we landed at New Orleans and just sat there for a while, as everyone whipped out their cell phones. Several passengers made arrangements to be picked up in New Orleans, including a young woman who was sitting with the other two members of my subgroup. Okay, so we'd get off in New Orleans and be driven to Mississippi.
But then the pilot announced that we were returning to Memphis and would spend the night there (only with no hotel or meal vouchers, of course), and anyone who wanted to get off was free to do so, but there were no baggage handlers on duty at NOLA, so we would not be able to retrieve our luggage.
Well, there was NO way we wanted to stay on that plane any longer than we had to, so we got off to find the Twilight Zone atmosphere of a closed and suffocatingly moldy-smelling airport. We sat there for about two hours until our ride showed up. Even though it was dark, we could see some of the damage, especially in all the trashed=looking businesses.
We arrived at Camp Coast Care at 2AM, but fortunately the security guards were up and able to let us into the sleeping area. We just selected cots and crashed--I using my rolled-up sweatshirt as a pillow and putting my jacket on backwards.
The next morning, we found the rest of the group and learned that most of them were without luggage, as we were. Most of the luggage arrived that afternoon, but mine and that of the youngest member of the group did not arrive till noon on Tuesday, about 18 hours after it was promised to arrive.
As one group member noted, being with almost no possessions and dependent on the generosity of others waqs a good way to gain empathy with the people who lost everything in the hurricane. Currently, we're sleeping in barracks-like surroundings, about 150 people in a gym and too few bath and shower facilities for everyone to be happy, so this is a further sharing of the situation of the people we're serving.
I was really, really happy to see my luggage yesterday, and it was a great relief to have a sleeping bag! A pillow! Clean socks and underwear! Everything we take for granted!
More tomorrow.
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