Mud

It was very windy last night so we didn't expect any boats and none came. Instead we had a massive storm which flooded the areas where tents had been. I now know why the ancient Greeks thought the gods were angry.

We had to put down pallets so people could walk around. There is slimy mud everywhere.
 
Tomorrow the weather will be better and so many boats are expected. The day was thus spent restocking: baby vests, all sizes of shoes and trousers, jackets, warm tops for both men and women. It is mind boggling.

The process is interesting. New volunteers learn from from those who were there when they arrived and then teach those who are to follow. We are now the 'experienced' ones. Tomorrow I am in charge of issuing men's clothes. This means that I have learnt when to say no!

I did speak to Save the Children and found a little of how the major charities operate. (The site where we are are all small organisations). For the big boys the first issue is getting recognition from the Greek government as an NGO, those who are still waiting, including Save the Children, have to find Greek partners. Partnership working seems to be the watchword, with charities from many countries seemingly working together effectively.