Beautiful blossoms on a tree across the wall from where we are staying |
Sunrise from the roof top, where we are staying. |
A women, vendor who was cutting, cleaning and selling bread fruit. She was very unhappy that I took a picture of her. I tried very hard to be descretely. Who knows what she said in Creole. |
The line of traffic that kept us from moving too fast yesterday. |
Men with guns are stationed outside every gas station and every grocery store. |
Ryan was getting a Creole lesson by pointing to picures and having the kids teach him how to say them. |
MacKenzey was just eating up these kids. Naelka is a friendly smiley little girl. |
We got the Haitians involved in this bunk bed building. We completed 3 yesterday. |
Roof top sunrise, pigeons and morning doves, little birds that make their nests in holes, maybe finches or swallows of some kind. A world of cement, tin and anything else that can be scavaged or re-used. Talk about a recycle mindset, it's survival here, improvise, if they don't have it, they'll find something that will do the job.
A bell rings at the same time every morning, 7:30 am as the shoe shiner passes outside the gate of the secure enclosure we stay in. He says something in Creole as he passes, I imagine it to be "Get your shoes shined or repaired, only 3 goudes" (which would be about 15cents US money)
Everyone has cell phones, not iphones or smart phones but everyone is just as attached to their cell phones as most Americans I know.
Today we were back at the orphanage. Instead of a 30 minute bumpy drive, it was an hour and a half. Traffic was horrendous and the roads are in a sorry condition.
You think you have it bad driving during rush hour, you don't really, take a look around you :)
I heard today that the only laws for driving around here is you must be 18 years old, and your car must have brakes and a horn. No emissions required here! The diesel smell is often choking.
And to boot, I only saw three men peeing on the side of the road today and one lady squatting. I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go.
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