YAMBUKU: A fight against Ebola and African Haemorrhagic Fevers. The Margaretha Isaacson story. by Diane Wolpert

Author:Diane Wolpert [Wolpert, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Diane Wolpert
Published: 2014-10-30T22:00:00+00:00

We decided to investigate the Australians’ entire trip through Rhodesia but concentrate on the period surrounding the 5th of February. It so happened that the ‘sting’ inflicted on Michael occurred on the day they left Victoria Falls (i.e. six days before the onset of his illness). We prodded and urged Diana to try to remember everything she could about the circumstances surrounding the ‘sting’ or ‘bite’.

“We were sitting under a tree.”

“Where?”

“Alongside the road from Victoria Falls.”

“Which road?”

“The one to Bulawayo.”

“Whereabouts on that road?”

“Somewhere near the Wankie Game Reserve.”

“Can you remember where exactly?”

“No.”

“Try to remember. Was there any landmark, any building or any road sign?”

Diana frowned in concentration.

“Oh, yes,” she exclaimed, “there was a filling station across the road and another road that turned off there.”

“What did the countryside look like? Was it flat or hilly or what?”

“It was hilly. There was a hill with lots of baobab trees right behind us where we were sitting in that hole.”

“What hole?”

“Under the tree. It looked weird. The roots were bare as if the soil had been washed away, maybe during a storm. We crawled in and sat among the roots.”

“Why?”

“We had walked and walked and no car stopped to pick us up. It was the middle of the day, and the sun was burning hot. There was no shade anywhere except under that tree. It was the only one along the road with really deep shade and from where we could still spot cars travelling in our direction.”

“What happened after you sat down there?”

“Well,” said Diana, “we were sitting there for a long time, and suddenly Michael jumped. I asked him what the matter was and he said that something had stung him on his side. I pulled up his T-shirt, and there was a large patch of red spreading on his skin.”

“Did you look for whatever it was that had stung him?”

“Oh, yes, we both looked all over and around us, but we didn’t find anything.”

“Did you take any photographs there?”

“No.”

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