The medical supplies were accepted with hardly a word of thanks. I did not consider this an indication of bad manners but rather the extent of the shock they had suffered, and by which they were still affected.
The fact that most of the supplies were machines and not immediately of use due to the lack of power to run them, may have colored their reaction. But there was no corresponding change in attitude when we handed over two container loads of generators.
Elijah and I did get ashore and did our best to walk the clogged streets.
It was on this outing that we came across an ancient temple, now repurposed and plastered inside with giant posters of Stan.