Here is my head mechanic Richard, replacing the fuel filter on our base generator by filing down the leads on an old filter from a different generator, which he pulled out of the garbage. Better stay home MacGyver, there’s nothing for you to do here.
Since I’ve been in Kindamba, we have killed three generators. One went peacefully, another screamed in agony. Early this morning the Yanmar at the hospital failed, as Dr. Pascal was getting ready to perform an emergency caesarean section. Fortunately a back-up was waiting in the wings, so the baby wasn’t born in the dark.
Back at the base we have learned a valuable lesson – you can’t pour diesel fuel all over a generator and expect it to keep running. Gotta get all that juice in the tank, or it dribbles into the wiring and then you and ten other guys will have to load the monstrous thing onto a truck for Brazzaville, with a lot of grime, sweat and yelling in Lingala.