The Pacific island nation of Nauru fits conveniently in a single photo. It has scenic limestone spires, lots of greenery, and a central area devastated by phosphate mining,
There are various WWII artifacts scattered around. I had to search in wild forest to hunt down one particular Japanese six inch gun. While I was trying to find a way back to the road, a guard dog expressed the strong opinion that I was getting too close to her family’s home. Growl, growl, bark, bark, etc. But waving a large stick deterred her and I thought I’d passed safely by.
But then I unwisely turned my back (a classic mistake) and she ran up behind me for a Parthian bite. Sigh.
Yep, a deep bite in my lower calf through my hiking pants, oozing blood.
So I drove to Nauru’s (only) health center, the RON Hospital. A nurse and then a doctor saw me quickly. They assured me there is no risk of rabies or lycanthropy, but gave me a tetanus booster and a supply of antibiotics. Healthcare on Nauru is free for residents, and they happily applied that to me too!
All’s well that ends reasonably well. I am still annoyed that I let myself get sucker-bitten by the Bad Dog, but I was impressed by my encounter with the local Hospital