1. You recently dug graves at the Ebola Treatment Centre in Sierra Leone. Was that a first in your Red Cross work?
I was in charge of all discharges from the hospital, so my team sent survivors home safely and we buried the dead in the cemetery next door. Digging graves is not very sought-after work by the local staff and was quite new to me. I pitched in and helped my four gravediggers sometimes, to show a bit of solidarity. It's not easy to dig a grave with a pick and shovel, especially into granite-like rock. One of my team, Ernest, gave the most beautiful off-the-cuff prayers you ever heard, sometimes Christian and sometimes Muslim - very moving and the hairs on my arms still stand up when I think of how it was. The saddest part was sending home parents who had lost their children.
2. Are you religious?
No, I don't really know what happens after you die.
3. Were you worried about your personal safety?
No. The Red Cross has strict protocols. Before entering the hospital tent we'd wash our hands in 0.05 per cent chlorine and wear scrubs and gumboots. Safe burials are the key to beating Ebola because the viral load peaks at the time of death.
4. How did you become a nurse?
I grew up in Taradale, Hawkes Bay. I left school when I was 16 because I was the only kid in my class who didn't get accredited for UE. I was really pissed off because I was just as good as the others. But anyway I got on with life, worked on a dairy farm, a car factory, welding. One day I was visiting a workmate in hospital when some nurses and a male orderly came along, joking and having a good time. I got chatting and thought 'I could give this a go'. So I turned up at Lower Hutt Hospital on my motorbike with my black jacket and my long hair. The matron looked at me and shook her head in dismay. I was listening to the Eagles, Chicago and the Doobie Brothers back then. The matron told me to spend a day on a ward and come back if I liked it. It was in a female rheumatology ward with old women who were quite frail. I had such fun that day, just carrying bedpans, doing meals, sweeping and stuff. There was a really nice sense of warmth and belonging. So I went along to class where I was the only guy out of 43 students. It was a bit odd, but I stuck with it.