THE BEGINNING / ANTIGUA and beyond
July, 1980 Journal of Albert J. Repicci While having lunch with a buddy on the shore of Greenwich Harbor that July afternoon, I let slip my intention to someday go on a foreign mission or dental project. As soon as the words escaped my lips I knew I was drawn into a contract with myself. […]
Africa – Swaziland and Mozambique
As our flight approached Manzini we encountered a dramatic thunderstorm with lightening flashing off both wings of our aircraft. The power had blown out at the airport when we landed and so we were led by flashlight through the dark and torrential rain into a small terminal the size of two railroad boxcars. The six […]
Mexico
In the spring, following the Africa experience, a project was scheduled along the Amazon River in Brazil, but was cancelled at the last minute due to internal government wrangling. We were all hastily redirected to a site in the Yucatan in Mexico where an underserved Mayan population had been identified. For the third time I […]
Nepal / India
I was nearly asleep by the time we flew over Boston, and as I looked down I might as well have been looking heavenly as the twinkling lights below could have been mistaken for the Milky Way. At this point, there were no more plans to be made, no more arrangements and no turning back, […]
Project Cambodia / Vietnam
October 1999 by Albert Repicci We touched down in Cambodia last night coming through Bangkok and were immediately taken to quarters in Phnom Penh where we would rendezvous with the members of the team aniving from other parts of the world. It took four days of travel to get there and we wasted little time […]
Ecuador
In Ecuador, we worked our way up into the Andes where we would be treating the Kishua descendants in the mountains near our base in the picturesque mountain village of Otavalo. Our whole team would travel, daily, by bus to distant villages until on one occasion, our bus got stuck in a dry riverbed well […]
Peru and the Amazon
Peru and the Amazon I received a phone call one day, of the type which I had grown to expect, from my friend Dr Pete Obregon. It was not, as one might expect, an invitation to play golf or tennis or even to go to dinner. The request fell off his lips as simply as […]