"With no lights for miles except from our camp, the stars shone clear in the sky that night. There was silence and peace in the forest except for geckos, ducks, crickets, and those sodding cattle with the bells on. The nearest village let their herd graze in the jungle. The cattle thought the rough wood barracks made perfect scratching posts. Wooden bells around their necks clanged all night, the hollow jangling only periodically broken by Ashe stumbling down the steps, chucking stones and cursing the bovine sleep-killers in finest Australian. By morning, everyone was tired and grumpy, which almost explained James's testiness with Rajiv, but not all of it. Take, for example, the first medical run ...
`I know it very well, very well. Children have measles all the time. That is what this child has.'
James looked up from his copy of Where There Is No Doctor, a paperback medical guide often used by NGO workers who were asked for medical assistance even though they had no qualifications. Closing his eyes briefly, James composed himself. He hurried to Rajiv and handed him the book."
Literally Lost: 1
Last week's extract: Redmond O'Hanlon writing about Borneo from his book `Into the Heart of Borneo' (1984). The winner was Mr D Campbell from Glasgow.