Little creatures, big problems
It's not a good idea to take a walk around the field hospital at night. The excess water brought by the typhoon has turned the farmland around the hospital into a swamp. The cracked sidewalks of the only passable road are littered with holes, some so deep that they are death traps. Snakes, toads and other mysterious creatures startled by my flashlight, slithered, hopped or scurried away around my feet.
Three dogs were sniffing around, digging for something in a pile of debris. They were close to the graves of two people who had died in the typhoon. Wooden crosses bearing their names - Amado Mayorga and Walter Castillon - had been stabbed into the soggy ground.
As I turned round, I discovered that I was the center of attention of least five stray dogs, their green eyes staring hard at the bag of bread in my hand.
