Newsletter December 2010

Dear Family and Friends, This will be the last newsletter we send out this year. I guess it’s the first in about 6 months, we’ve been a little bit slow on writing our “monthly” newsletter. Our Wings Facebook site has taken over much of our information dissemination. It is updated almost daily. It can be accessed from the menu on our web page at www.wingsovernicaragua.org The last 6 months have held a lot of progress. We have started on a water filter project in our village. It is a bio-sand filter. If it works well, we will expand the project. The largest project is an antenna tower for two-way radio communication with the remote villages. We currently have our antenna’s mounted in trees, and 2 of them have broken and been fixed. The tree allows too much sway and they whip around in the wind. Height is also a concern; this new tower will give us about 50% more height. That is crucial because hills block our signal to some villages. We already have the materials for the tower, and have started on the cement anchors for the guy wires. The aviation program is going well. We have been flying an average of 1 to 2 times a week for everything from snake bites to broken backs. We are also actively flying doctors and dentists for mobile clinics. A year's record of our flights can be found at this link: http://www.wingsovernicaragua.org/uploads/thankyou2010english.pdf This is made possible by the generosity of many people in America who donate the gasoline and airplane expenses to save the lives of the Miskito Indians. Wings of Hope in St. Louis deserves a special thank you for their tireless work in keeping the airplane running. Synergy -- all together, we can accomplish much more than separately. The nutrition program that Marilyn is running is going strong. There are now 8 children in the program at $10/month each. It is nice to see the difference we can make on children.  Read about one child below. We are actively working on gardening. It is a struggle with all the bugs here that eat plants, and also all the diseases. We have a soil tester now so that will help.  We have already gotten some sweet potatoes, green beans and okra. As you may remember, we got our truck engine rebuilt in April. It is a diesel, so it was expensive. Unfortunately, the engine quit working in October. It is either the rings or the head, either one is very expensive. For the last couple months we have been using the bus. We don’t have a problem using the bus, but the medical transports in the night or in bad weather that we are unable to transport, they are a real concern. In January I plan to go to Raiti and help them finish their runway. They are half done. That runway is in the most remote part of Nicaragua I have seen. I have never been there by ground, just looked at their town from the airplane. It will serve an area that takes 2 days (through rapids) to the nearest hospital via river, there are no roads. There are 10,000 people in that area.
Medical The end of June saw us in Waspam helping a group from Church of God as they did some medical clinics.  We were blessed to have them visit our village of Tronquera and attend patients.  Then Marilyn went to Waspam and helped them with translating and other various items. Nutrition Program One of the last patients see one of the days was a 7 month old baby, Chris.  The baby weighed less about 7 ½ pounds.  He had diarrhea, scabies and severe malnutrition.  The doctors with the Church of God group treated him for scabies and diarrhea and gave him vitamins for his malnutrition.  I immediately started him in our nutrition program, providing formula for him.  He has been in the program receiving daily milk now for 2 months.  His scabies and diarrhea are now gone.  And he is starting to gain weight.  His last weight was 8 ½ pounds. Update: After three months in the nutrition program, Chris again got sick.  He was still so malnourished that he had no extra energy to be able to fight it off.  He passed away.  This is one of the instances where our help was too late. But we keep praying and working towards saving these children. The other children in the nutrition program are doing well.  For more information about them, please visit our nutrition page at our website. We thank you all so much for all your prayers and support you have given this last year. We have been very blessed. We are honored to be able to distribute your help to the Miskito people of Nicaragua! Merry Christmas, Clint and Marilyn Hanley Tax deductible Donation information: Wings Over Nicaragua Mission 185 Harris Rd Goldendale, WA 98620 We also welcome Visa, MC and Paypal online at www.wingsovernicaragua.org http://www.wingsovernicaragua.org Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wings-Over-Nicaragua-Mission/88284357463

The Dish Story

Friday, September 10, 2010

Dear Family,

As most of you know I just returned today from a trip to Honduras to get a satellite system. I took my wife and kids to the airport on Wednesday at 5:00 AM, deposited the new oxygen bottle and all the things (250 lbs of stuff) we have purchased for the last few days into the airplane, and went back into the airport terminal. I changed out of my uniform, and took a taxi to the bus bound for Honduras. The bus ran for 45 minutes before breaking down, but fortunately this time it was a quick fix. I changed buses in Ocotal, and shortly after arrived at the North border of Nicaragua. Crossing was nice and easy, and 15 minutes later I was on a bus on the other side bound for the capital of Honduras, Tegucigalpa. This time I changed buses once before arriving in the big city of over a million people at 3:30 PM. I found a nice little hotel with air conditioning for $35, and then headed off to the hardware store. I noticed that the country had better infrastructure development than Nicaragua, and more modern stores, more like Costa Rica. It seems Central America gets richer both North and South from Nicaragua, which is the 2nd poorest country in Central America (Haiti is in first place). At the hardware store I bought $40 of rope to tie down the dish and a little tape measure to measure the bus doors I needed where I would carry the dish. Then I went to Pizza Hut (lucky there was one there!) for my first meal of the day. I was in the motel shortly after dark. It isn't usually safe to wander around in strange cities (or any cities for that matter) after dark. I feel safer walking the 150 yards in the night to turn off our hydro system at home in Tronquera with only snakes and leopards than in a city with knives and guns. American's don't blend in very well to foreign cultures. I rested well, and I was awake at 5:15, waiting till 8:00 AM when I was suppose to meet the person to buy the satellite dish. Finally at 7:00 AM, I decided I would just go a little early, so I got a taxi and went to the place, arriving 1/2 hour early. I met a nice gentleman named Ramon, who speaks perfect English, and has even authored several books in Spanish and English about the detailed history of Honduras and the islands. Ramon is involved in several companies connected to America, and is retired from special forces in the military. I would have loved to spend more time and hear his interesting stories, but both of us were in a hurry to get back to work. The dish was ready to go, so we packed it on a little pickup and took it to the bus stop, where the buses were heading to the border. This was the first problem, and I probably should have taken my cue from that, but I thought it might be my only problem. The bus there wasn't like the big yellow school buses all over Nicaragua, but the more modern large glass window low slung tourist type buses. They didn't have racks on the top, and just carried these well dressed working people around. These people had no chickens, goats, sheep, and bananas with them like the Nicaragua people do when they travel, but just a newspaper, briefcase, and sometimes an occasional Blackberry. I measured the cargo place in the back the bus, it was quite large. It would fit the antenna dish inside, but it was really close. The bus people refused to take it, but I kept trying to convince them it would fit. Finally they said if it fit, they would charge me US$100 to take it to the town close to the border (only about 100 Km away). The driver of the truck who had previously told me a price of $150 to take it to the border, came down to the same price as the bus. Three buses were sitting there, and all the drivers together said the same price. I decided it wasn't going to be any good to wait for another bus to come, as usually drivers all go in cahoots together anyway. Why they would charge so much to put it in their cargo spot is beyond me, since they could still haul a full load of people. The truck driver visited with them, but didn't seem to help talk them down. I didn't have enough money to pay the driver this extra $100, so we stopped by an ATM and I pulled out the necessary extra money. I had left $100, and planned that the buses after the border would likely charge about $35 to get it all the way to Managua. From my other travels with luggage on Nicaragua buses, this was reasonable. I had already checked with the bus at the border Nicaragua side on my way through, and they were ready to carry the dish. 

So we were off with the little truck to the border. Paying this driver saved one bus change anyway, as the bus would have stopped 1/2 hour from the border. We had a pleasant trip for 3 hours to the border on a beautiful windy road through pine trees and rocky hills with winding little rivers and canyons. A picture from there could have been mistaken for somewhere in Montana or the foothills of the mountains in Wyoming. Nice little ranch houses dotted the landscape, with herds of cows being chased by men in cowboy hats on horses. One guy was riding his horse down the edge of the road, and talking on his cell phone. Still doing the same thing they have done for generations, but now with the addition of technology. Maybe soon their horses will have GPS tracking chips on them to keep track of where they are. Communication towers were on many hills, and cell service was all over. Not quite like the 2 towers we have to cover our whole Atlantic coast.

At the border, it was raining hard. After about 1/2 hour of negotiating with the customs people, the driver was anxious to leave. It looked like this could take awhile, so we unloaded the dish and he left. My limited Spanish was hard to deal with, but I could understand most of the things customs wanted. There are 27 customs agents at that little border station, and they were looking over everything and everyone with a fine tooth comb. I worked my way to the very top one, over all the agents, but still no permission. I told them it was used (it looked used too, it is several years old), and it was for personal use only, I tried to pay them a deposit for security, or whatever they wanted, all to no avail. They insisted a private vehicle must take it to Managua (I didn't happen to have a private vehicle, my truck was over 500 miles away on the Atlantic coast over 4x4 roads). They had no give, just told me that was the way it had to be done. I finally found someone who could take it, but it would cost me another $100 for transport to Managua, plus $30 for paperwork to leave the border. Then after several hours of working on it, it also came out customs needed to accompany me (and would charge me for coming with me $50) to Managua. They had to personally see that the dish got delivered to Managua customs. I think one of them wanted a free trip to Managua. They would not let it go on the bus. I worked on it for 5 hours trying to find someone who would take it to Managua cheaper, and to talk the customs into letting me take it on the bus. I already had $100 into the dish to get it to the border, plus its purchase price. Now I was facing another $180 to $200 to get it to Managua, then the fees for getting permission for it to operate in Nicaragua. After it was in customs hands, it also stacks up storage fees after a very short time. The local equivalent of the FCC had to give permission to use it after I paid for a customs inspection, before they would release it. Then after all that, I would need to pay another $50 to 100 shipping to get it to the Atlantic coast. So I would have at least $500 in the dish, plus motels and food for at least a week in Managua to get the proper permissions, which might or might not ever be granted. So after standing in the hot sun considering all these things for many hours, and looking at my $100 I had with me (no way to access more money at the border, even if I had wanted to get it), I decided to cut my losses while I was ahead, and leave the dish. About dark, I walked away from that beautiful 6 foot fiberglass dish that I had paid for and fought for the whole day. It was with a heavy heart I took the bus to the nearest town. I was hoping I hadn't made a mistake, but if I had the assurance it would have all worked out in Managua, I might have gone ahead. In these countries, once something gets caught in red tape, you better have deep pockets if you want to bail it out. We didn't have the extra money to put into it right now, I just couldn't justify going in debt for Internet. I knew this had a chance of happening, it was a risk I had carefully thought over. I am now looking for a dish in Managua and in Port. I am hoping to find one of comparable size for around $100, but no luck yet. We might just have to wait a bit and save our money a little more before we get that part of the system. Fortunately, I do now have all the electronics necessary, just missing the dish. Life is never easy, that is no problem, but what bothers me the most is the loss of the money. It is hard earned money, and some of it was not mine.

On a brighter note, I got up early from the hotel and was at the bus station at 6 AM. I got a bus for Managua at 6:30. By noon I was in Managua. I got out of the bus on the road near the airport, leaving the chickens and throwing up babies, and carrying my precious electronic cargo. In the airport restroom, I changed into my flight uniform, and went through security. They checked my ID tag, ran all my stuff through the X-ray, wanded me, and a few minutes later I was walking along under the big jets parked at the jetways patiently waiting for their passengers to come on board. I put my stuff in the plane, threw the computer bag over shoulder, got my plane back pack with nice little wheels, and was ready to go. I visited with the businessmen in their suits who had just landed in a fancy pressurized Kingair from Guatemala as we waited for the airport shuttle. As I walked in through the international arrival gate, I wondered who would have guessed that 15 minutes earlier, I had been on a public bus bouncing through the potholes.

I then spent an hour with the people who give my airplane permission to fly in this country. It is a government ministry, and is very helpful. The rest of the day was spent gathering truck parts, special nuts and bolts I couldn't get on my side of the country, and medicine.

Now the weekend is here, and everything is closed for the next 2 days.

Hope your weekend goes well,

Clint

 

 

 

Clint and Marilyn Hanley
Wings Over Nicaragua Mission
www.wingsovernicaragua.org
info@wingsovernicaragua.org
Reaching the Miskito Indians with Aviation and Medical Work

My day

Dear Family,

Yesterday, August 26:

I left at 8:00 AM with a load of tin roofing for Tasba Pain, 1 hour drive away. There was a bridge out, so the tin and tools had to be carried the last 1/2 mile to the church. I left a watchman with the truck. I was putting the roofing on the church veranda, the one the group that was here last month helped to build. The tin went on well, and it was done in a couple hours. When I got back to the truck, ready to leave back home, a mother with a sick baby wanted a ride to our house, and then would find another truck going to Waspam the next day to the hospital. I told her fine, come along. Part way back, there was a sawmill I wanted to stop by and get some lumber for some steps that are rotting away in the rain. It was on a well traveled road, leaving our main road. I thought it was just a short distance, and went through some big puddles and mud holes, I put it in 4x4. After awhile of driving along and thinking it was just around the next corner, I got out and asked the people riding in the back of the truck where this place was, they said right up here soon. They said they thought the road went on through and would hit another road closer to our house. I said OK, and got back in. The next big puddle was really deep. The problem is these big mudholes fill with water and you don't know how deep they are. Big trucks and skidders go through them and they have deep ruts, and a high center. This bottomed out the truck, even thought I was going fast. I didn't have enough momentum to get through it, but got right into the middle. The wheels spun free, doing nothing. Water was up to the bottom of the doors. We were a good 40 minutes drive (maybe 2 hour walk) from the main road, deep in the bush. We worked on it about an hour, and then gave up. I decided to just walk to Tronquera and get the motorcycle with some equipment. There is an American visiting named Greg (who got us Internet), so we left walking. We left Brandel at the truck, with the mother, baby, her daughter, and her young son, and my watchman. First we thought we might come to the sawmill, and they would have a tractor and come pull us out. We found the sawmill after 1/2 hour of walking, but no sign of any vehicles or equipment, and no one around. We found a couple workers tents, but all the roads and trails petered out there, so we didn't know how to go through to the road closer to our house. We went about 1/2 way back to the truck, and followed a fork that was well traveled. It ended with a lumber camp, abandoned. We walked back to the truck. It would take 5 or 6 hours at least to walk to Tronquera going back the way the truck had come. It was 3:00 PM, 3 hours before dark. It looked like we might be stuck overnight, and the poor sick baby was coughing away.

Plan A had failed, we called on the radio to Marilyn with plan B. I had her find a guy and give him our good bicycle, a couple 50 foot nylon straps, and the com-a-along, and send him here. It was about a 2 or 3 hour bike ride. He might make it before dark. Then we set to work. Brandel and the other little boy about his age started emptying the water out of this mud hole. They dug ditches with sticks, then used their rubber boots to bail the water out while standing almost waist deep in the muddy water. The mud was a sticky, slick clay, the kind that sucks your boot down into it and it is very hard to pull out. I got the jack out and with a left over lumber slab under it, managed to get a wheel a few inches higher, pumping the jack under water in some places. We cut down about 20 little trees into 1 foot chunks and packed them under the wheels. After all four of the wheels were up a little, we could rock the truck back and forth. We would go back, then pack more logs under the front, then go forward, and kept doing this, working in water past our elbows kneeling in the mud pushing sticks under nice and stacked. After it was not high centered, we made a road of little logs (underwater by feel) for it about 30 feet long, and drove it out. It took about 2 hours, but now we were on the wrong side of the mud puddle. We had to cut 3 trees and a stump down to make a road around the puddle, as we didn't want to get stuck again! During all this, a pouring rain thunderstorm soaked us, and filled the water back up in the hole. We managed to get around it, and only had to push once more just a little in another puddle on the way out. We met the guy coming on the bike, he was soaked from the hard rain, but he had made good time. He had a few snacks my wife had packed, which was nice since we had no lunch. We were out with no damage to the truck, just tired, wet, and covered in mud. We were thankful. It was just before dark now, and we were driving along home, in the rain, and found a truck (this road has very little traffic) off in the ditch. The people stopped us, we figured they were stuck. Closer investigation revealed they had caught the shoulder and run off the road, and hit a tree. The tree was big, and had smashed into the engine. One guy was hurt, bleeding some on his face, and his shoulder or upper appeared to be broken. They wanted to go to Waspam. We piled them into the truck, and went on home. Greg and I changed out of our soaked clothes, and jumped back in the truck headed to the hospital in Waspam. We delivered him and the baby to the hospital, and got back home by 8:30 PM -- a long day. The sad thing was I had a winch for the truck, sitting back at home in my house. I have had it for a year, and just never got it put on the truck. Now guess what! It went right up to the top of my priority list.

August 27 -- Today we were tired out from yesterday, and decided to take it easy. About 9 AM someone came along and said this tractor trailer, a fully loaded semi, was stuck just down the road from us and asked for help. What can I do with a little 4x4 pickup? I took my come-a-long and nylon straps (still wet from yesterday), and went there. The right around the corner turned into 40 minutes. The truck wasn't stuck bad, and we shoveled on it for awhile, then I did pull it out with my little truck, amazingly. During this time, Marilyn called on the radio and Waspam was calling for a transport from their hospital to Port. I went back, preflighted the plane, changed clothes, and was off to Waspam and Port. I was back home by 5 PM, in time to eat supper and get ready for Sabbath.

Not all days are this busy.

Best Regards,

Clint

 

Clint and Marilyn Hanley
Wings Over Nicaragua Mission
www.wingsovernicaragua.org
info@wingsovernicaragua.org
Reaching the Miskito Indians with Aviation and Medical Work

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short update from Nicaragua

Feb 14, 2010

Dear Family,

We have been quite busy the last few weeks. I spent a nice 5 days working with Steve Long on the airplane doing the annual the end of January. Steve is the head of all the mechanics at Wings of Hope out of St. Louis, who helps us keep the plane flying. When we were done with the very extensive annual, we flew to Managua (2 ½ hrs) because I needed to organize getting a new airplane hangar I had bought, to the truck to transport it across the country. First the company sent it up partially (in several little pieces) so I could check it. I labeled all 82 pieces carefully. It is 20 feet tall, 57 feet wide, and 37 feet long and consists of 3 major steel trusses with steel tubes between to hold the PVC canvas. They said it will take 20 people to set it up, or a crane.

I got back from Managua Wednesday afternoon, and Thursday left to Kukalaya to do a GPS confirmation on the runway. This was the place I went the end of July, and we still don't have the runway approved. Many things have caused the delay, but the reason I had to go back into it was because there is a special requirement of location information that is only available with my airplane GPS in one spot at a couple locations for at least 10 minutes at each spot. I hiked in last time through chest deep water in the rainy season, this time it is the dry season. I flew to Lapan, left 2 watchman with guns in charge of the plane, and started the hike. It was much easier, not so muddy. The problem was the river we got to after 2 hours of hiking had no boat. Last time there was a boat there and someone took us across. It was about 75 yards across. There was no wood to make a raft for us that would float in the whole area, we looked all around. After an hour of waiting for a boat, I decided to swim. The guy with me was worried about crocodiles, but they are usually cayman's, and are small, so I told him they were no problem. We made a tiny little raft from sticks to hold my pack, and pushed it across with our clothes and boots on it. We then walked another 3 hours to the lagoon, and waited there 3 hours for the people that had 1 small boat there to come back from their plantation on their way home. I was happy they came 1 hour before sundown, I was thinking we might have to spend the night in the bush. I watched as they grabbed globs of black mud and poked it in the holes in the dugout canoe. The wife used her husband's boot to bail water most of the time while they paddled the 45 minutes to the village. The next morning I walked the 20 minutes to the runway with the village leaders and checked it with the GPS and tape measure. They took me in a boat most of the way back, and I enjoyed watching many kinds of birds, turtles, and fish as we wound along the little creeks. When we reached the big river, the one we swam over, the guy who knew the river well asked about us swimming. He wondered if we were scared of the crocodiles. I told him the same thing as I had told the other guy, but he said, "well, they are not so small, up 8 feet long here, they will take a person". Then he asked, "What about the sharks?" Only a couple miles from the ocean on a big river . . . I had forgotten about those.

I was happy to get back Friday and rest Sabbath. I had just set up our projector in church Sabbath morning and Marilyn started on the Sabbath school class for the kids, when our watchman came over and told me the radio was calling. I ran the ½ a mile home, and they said there was an emergency in Waspam that needed to go to Port. It was windy, so I was happy to have the Internet to call and check the wind in Port. It looked OK, so I put the stretcher in the plane, changed clothes, and took off in the plane. The guy was very sick, so a doctor accompanied him with all his IV's. In Port the wind had risen since my call, it was gusting to 40 knots, which is past the limit for the plane. Fortunately, it was coming down the runway (mostly) so I was able to land with some prayer and heavy work on the foot pedals. The waiting ambulance whisked the guy away with its lights flashing. The doctor went with them to see the patient through to the other hospital, then came back and I flew him back to Waspam. The wind is always better inland, away from the ocean.

Today I was up at 4:40 AM and on the road by 5:00 heading to Francia Sirpi to get the doctor and nurse who have agreed to help us out with some mobile clinics. I showed the local village leaders in Francia the beginning and end of the runway I had started there several years ago.  It is getting quite overgrown and needs lots of work. I was back in Tronquera by 8 AM, got my wife and the medicines loaded up and delivered them 15 minutes away to our nearby village of Santa Rita. They saw 17 patients there, then came back to Tronquera and saw another 8. I got everything ready to install a radio in Lapan, where we will do a mobile clinic tomorrow. It is 40 minutes flight away. They haven't had a doctor or nurse since the 1^st week of December, when we were there last.

I still need to get the floor poured on the widow's house, the hangar is coming overland, and I have to put some new steering ball joints on the truck – I need more hours in the day.

Sincerely,

Clint Hanley

 

Wings Over Nicaragua Mission

www.wingsovernicaragua.org

 

 

My trip

Dear Family, plus a few friends,
I have been in Managua this past week, I left on January 12 from Tronquera and had a nice flight to Managua. I always hate to fly empty, but had a full load coming back. I scheduled it to pick up Greg Cox, who helped us get Internet, so he could help pay my gas heading back to Tronquera. I was a few days in advance of his coming so I could get some business done in Managua. First on my list was airplane permissions, which expired February 28. For the last 2 years we have had the plane, we get them every 6 months. I was very pleasantly surprised when they told me they would have the permissions right away (15 minutes), and not only that, they gave me them through the whole year, expiring December 31! The Lord really blessed with that.
Then I went to the next priority, finding an airplane hangar. I have been trying every since we got the plane here 2 years ago to get an airplane hanger. I finally have the money for it, and went in search of a company that could sell me a quonset hut building. I found a building with a galvanized steel tube structure that could be covered with a PVC tarp. The tarp will last 5 to 7 years, and the structure can be mounted in cement to withstand wind loads. It was within my price range, so I finalized the size the plane would fit inside, and ordered it. It took several hours of negotiation and figuring, and I was happy Dr. Caldera was able to help me the whole time with the translation. I will have to go back to Managua in a couple weeks to finish paying for it after it is all built (it needs checked first), and organize transportation across the country. It will take it several days to get across the country, the roads are very bad right now.
I then spend a day buying some parts for the front end of our truck, steering rods get worn out quickly on our roads. I spent a day finding out how to get GPS confirmation for a new airport, Kukalia. I didn't realize that was necessary, but all the previous airports I have worked on have been old airports, so had received that before. Kukalia is a brand new location. I found a way to do it, but will have to hike back into there, planned for next week.
We have Dr. Randy, from Georgia, here right now doing a mobile clinic, he will be heading back to the Pacific coast tomorrow. We are thankful to have his help here.
The annual for the airplane is coming up next week, and Wings of Hope is sending a mechanic to do that, as well as bringing spare parts for the airplane.
We're keeping busy!
Clint

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Wings Over Nicaragua
Clint and Marilyn Hanley
Web: www.wingsovernicaragua.org
Email: hanley@softhome.net

Phone in Nicaragua

Dear Family,
Greg brought us a phone from America that attaches directly to the Internet, so we don't need to have the computer on to receive phone calls through Skype. We just got it going today. The number is:
406-322-3130
We will unplug it in the night, but will have it on all day.
The old number you had has been disconnected that rang to our Skype through our computer.
We're excited!
Clint

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Wings Over Nicaragua
Clint and Marilyn Hanley
Web: www.wingsovernicaragua.org
Email: hanley@softhome.net

video of my takeoff

Dear Family,
I uploaded a video to youtube, we're now taking more full advantage of the Internet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjISdSshLcw

Happy New Year!
Clint

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Wings Over Nicaragua
Clint and Marilyn Hanley
Web: www.wingsovernicaragua.org
Email: hanley@softhome.net