Dadi worked for us at Mulu but he was also the local bone setter. He could set broken bones so that they knitted together and could be used again as they were meant to.
I fell off my horse once when riding through the field below the house and broke my collar bone. Dadi was there and offered to reset it for me. To my lasting shame I refused and had it reset in Addis Ababa, it never really set properly and to this day 2020 I can still feel the broken knob.
How silly I was a shyness of having to show my shoulder, I was quite young, I went around with a frame for my arm which Mike made for me.