For all our blog friends...sorry this has taken so long to get posted. It was an intense trip to Haiti and one I highly recommend. It will take a few posts to get it all in but let's start with the first two days.
We had all met only one time prior to loading up in our Sequoia for the 12 hour drive. We were somewhere below Savannah when we decided to stop for lunch. I was headed for a Steak and Shake when Bruce (a late addition to the team) spotted the GA pig across the parking lot. I was a little suspicious b/c there was only one car in the parking lot but we figured we'd give it a try.
Sketchy, scary, a guy and his mom (the owners) that remind you of Adam Sandler in The Waterboy and we almost left. We did eat there...but revoked Bruce's restaurant picking priviledges for the rest of the trip.
After a stay in Port St. Lucie with a great host (and Grace ex-pat), it was off to the hangar for our 6:00 appointment with a WWII era DC-3!
Sunrise over S. Florida
We were able to ride in the jumpseat right behind the pilot and wear a headset to hear what was going on with the traffic around us as well as talk to them.
We had a fuel stop scheduled in Exuma. They came back while we were still in the air and offered to order us breakfast in the airport over the radio. I hadn't eaten since about 5am, so I took the opportunity to refuel too. The eggs, grits, and sausage were awesome!!! So if you are ever in Exuma and craving grits, they know how to make em at the airport!
We then make a short stop in Cap Haitien to drop off some supplies as well as clear immigration. There were a few hundred people lining the fences and filling the waiting area. There was a truck load of UN troops as well as local police. Then right behind us a Spainsh C-130 landed, backed down the ramp a little way and out jumped a dozen Spanish troops.
When we get inside, we find out the reception is not for us. Michele Martelly is supposed to arrive any minute. He is a pop star in Haiti who is one of the two finalists for President. He picked up a lot of votes when Wyclef Jean was ruled ineligible for the ballot. That's him in the pink shirt.
Then it was back on the plane for a short hop to Port-au-Prince. After a brief stop in customs and navigating a swarm of guys in red hats and plaid shirts looking to "help us" with our luggage, we arrived at our limo for the ride to Fermathe. It is an 11 mile ride that will take 2 hours.
Even a year later, earthquake damage is everywhere you look. As soon as we left the airport, there was garbage a foot deep along the road and two large pigs rooting around in it. Almost all houses had 10 foot walls with either razor wire or broken glass bottles along the top.

The streets are lined with folks selling just about anything.

There is some really nice art work to be found...
Since the eq, motorcycles have become an even more popular mode of transportation. Most of them have at least 3 riders...sometimes 4.

Sometimes busses look like...well...busses...

...but a lot of times they look like this.
Seems like I heard there are still over 1 million people still living in tarp tents. The tent cities are easy to see and line much of the public spaces...parks, vacant lots, and just along side the road. There is a huge UN presence in Port-au-Prince.

We were glad to see that we were sleeping under a real roof and surrounded by 4 walls.
However, Haiti is a country of two very striking extremes. The poverty is very real and encompasses almost all of the population at the same time it is set in some of the most beautiful geography I have ever seen. This will be more evident in the next few posts.