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.

The day started out great. I woke up sort of early and had a good breakfast of watermelon, cantaloupe, mangoes, toast and fried eggs. I strapped my backpack to the motorcycle with a couple of bungee chords, filled up the gas tank and hit the road.

My hammock and I head south to Port Salut at day break. I confirmed today that I won’t have any more meetings this week, so that frees me up to explore new ground. It rained earlier this evening for the first time since I arrived. I hope the roads are fine. It was dark when...

It’s Saturday evening and I’m sitting on the roof of the orphanage, looking out at the mountains all around me. There are some people I would like to meet here in the city next week, so I don’t want to venture out on any big trip to the country just yet, but I feel like...

My belly is full tonight. My drinking water is safe. In Cite Soleil, down by the harbor, many people eat clay, nibbling a little bit here and there throughout the day just to keep their bellies from aching as they go to bed. They flavor it with salt to make it taste better.