Up in the mountains, high above all the crap in the Port au Prince valley, sits a quaint town called Kenscoff. Up here it rains a lot and the air is clean. The mountains back here are incredibly steep, jutting up like dorsal fins on a shark. The Tetons are this steep, but they are...
I had a chance to have brunch last Friday with a fellow Macalester grad who works at the UN here in Haiti. I also had a chance to ride around town in a giant motorized shark cage on wheels. Both activities revealed more problems that Haiti needs to overcome before it can improve.
There are so many hurdles to making any noticeable improvements in Haiti that it’s frustrating. What’s worse is politics play a big role in the state of the country’s social affairs. Why even try? I find myself asking people “Why are you still here?”
The day before I left Port au Prince on my trip south, there was a major police raid in the hills around Petit Goave. They arrested eight bandits who had been setting up roadblocks on the main highway over the previous several weeks and robbing passing vehicles. Perhaps this is why the police were so...
I’m back in Port au Prince on an aggressive regiment of antibiotics, anti-inflammatory eye drops, eye pressure reducing drops and dilating drops, prescribed to me by the President’s health adviser. So I’m just sitting here, making sure I administer the right medication on the right schedule.
