So, yesterday afternoon we were having some quiet time on Amanzi when we heard a dinghy coming by and yelling “is there a doctor on board?” Another cruiser’s wife had slipped an gashed her knee open. Fortunately, I have a suture kit on board, so, after the acquisition of some Lidocaine (local anesthetic) I headed over to their boat to effect a much needed repair:) Someone, long ago, coined the term that a definition of cruising was fixing boats in exotic places. I didn’t expect the definition to include fixing people in exotic places.
On their boat, Moya, I met Clair and Francis. They are both ex South African and Francis grew up in Port Elizabeth, a city in which I grew up in! Small world, huh?? But, even better is that Clare’s father attended the same school that my dad attended in Cape Town, Bishop’s Preparatory School for boys!!!! The world just keeps getting smaller 
Anyway, after anesthetizing the area, I cleaned the wound and inserted a few stitches (sutures), closing the nasty gash. She had been walking in the shallows and stepped into a large hole, falling forward with her knee landing on the sharp edges of a conch shell. Just shows how easily accidents happen.
After that headed back to Amanzi and then went to the beach for sundowners and pot luck with the other cruisers.
Awesome work Dad!
