Wild camping carries some element of risk. Wild camping in Dracula’s stomping ground is particularly risky. After a particularly wild storm (during which we sought shelter of the car so to avoid being struck by lightening), I was viciously bitten by a spider, insect or a snake. Well the bite itself was not s vicious; I didn’t feel it happen, or see the guilty party, (and I guess actually had it been a snake I would have seen it), but the aftermath was a nasty combination of throbbing and shooting pain, meaning that I could not put any weight onto my left leg. A trip to the pharmacy, about 50euro cents later I am applying antibiotic cream… unsurprisingly for a cheap cream, it has little effect. Luckily my hosts have a contact in the local hospital who speaks French; an appointment is made.
We arrive in the hospital, my Romanian-speaking guide enquires as to where we can find our contact… we get a little lost in the dark corridors of the basic hospital. In one corridor, a crowd of unhealthy people pushing towards a closed door; gypsies, a man with one leg, an old man on a hospital trolley, a young boy clutching a swollen wrist. It is noisy, musty and dusty. We locate the stairs we need. A surly-looking ‘security’ man informs us that we must pay a ‘taxa intrare’ to go up the stairs. Oh, and we must pay for a pair of shoe-protectors. We pay the small but nonetheless ridiculous amount, put on the shoe covers (noticing too that no-one else is wearing them), and climb the stairs. We eventually find the man we are looking for; he invites us into his room (the door of which is leather-clad).
The doctor is very amicable, very helpful. I show him my bite, he tells me in French that it has passed the level ‘simple’ and is now looking a little more ‘compliqué’ and prescribes me some drugs. The doctor refused any money (which is odd in a country where bribes and gifts are common currency), stating that it was a pleasure to meet people like us!
We leave the hospital via the back door since we simply cannot find the front door, and we are greeted by a couple of stray dogs in the grounds. It is surreal; the whole scene was as if taken from a Blue Peter charity appeal film in the early 1990s; which is how I learnt about Romania in the first instance; during orphanage appeals.
Sitting in the doctor’s office, away from the hoards awaiting much needed treatment, surrounded by his certificates from international conferences all over the world, what struck me about the hospital was that the knowledge is there; the expertise to treat people. What is missing are the resources. I hope that EU membership will bring such resources and that they will be channelled into the places they are needed; the hospitals for sure.
We arrive in the hospital, my Romanian-speaking guide enquires as to where we can find our contact… we get a little lost in the dark corridors of the basic hospital. In one corridor, a crowd of unhealthy people pushing towards a closed door; gypsies, a man with one leg, an old man on a hospital trolley, a young boy clutching a swollen wrist. It is noisy, musty and dusty. We locate the stairs we need. A surly-looking ‘security’ man informs us that we must pay a ‘taxa intrare’ to go up the stairs. Oh, and we must pay for a pair of shoe-protectors. We pay the small but nonetheless ridiculous amount, put on the shoe covers (noticing too that no-one else is wearing them), and climb the stairs. We eventually find the man we are looking for; he invites us into his room (the door of which is leather-clad).
The doctor is very amicable, very helpful. I show him my bite, he tells me in French that it has passed the level ‘simple’ and is now looking a little more ‘compliqué’ and prescribes me some drugs. The doctor refused any money (which is odd in a country where bribes and gifts are common currency), stating that it was a pleasure to meet people like us!
We leave the hospital via the back door since we simply cannot find the front door, and we are greeted by a couple of stray dogs in the grounds. It is surreal; the whole scene was as if taken from a Blue Peter charity appeal film in the early 1990s; which is how I learnt about Romania in the first instance; during orphanage appeals.
Sitting in the doctor’s office, away from the hoards awaiting much needed treatment, surrounded by his certificates from international conferences all over the world, what struck me about the hospital was that the knowledge is there; the expertise to treat people. What is missing are the resources. I hope that EU membership will bring such resources and that they will be channelled into the places they are needed; the hospitals for sure.
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