with an entire world to explore, rarely do i return to a place i’ve already been. and never returning within just 8 short months. but i broke the rule of a true travel addict with haiti. for i find myself once again doused in a sunscreen bug spray sweaty concoction. i’m back to photograph, to experience the work of my favorite charity organization, healing haiti.
i’ve discovered there are groupies following the water trucks that deliver free clean drinking water in cité soleil, stop to stop, day to day, week to week. my camera is my selling point. kids remember me & i remember them. literally a slideshow flashed in my mind of the pictures i captured on my last trip, placing their smiles, their mannerisms, their personalities. they all have grown in the past 8 months, as kids are wont to do. some lankier, some healthier & sadly some sicker. & there are new stories to learn, the kind that hurts your heart. a boy from a family of 5 boys talked of his excitement to be 17 & almost done with school with dreams of becoming a doctor. only to reveal that just he & one other brother attend school. for his parents cannot afford school for all five. can you imagine? picking which of your children gets an education & which remains ignorant?
woke at 5.15 am to attend a 6.00 am baptist service. all in french. roosters chased us down the street, crowing at us to remind us of the early hour. as if i’d forget i don’t tend to wake before the sun. i’ve listened to hindu brahmins praying, tibetan monks chanting, and now haitian pastors singing. no matter the language, the faith or the color of the skin, all possess the power to change your being. the sounds flow into your body, purifying all the tiny dark crevices inside. enough to bring me to tears. the down side of which being i cried away my bug spray & got bit. of course.
traveled to wahoo bay, a beach so gorgeous you know the first person to lay eyes on it said “wahoo! a beach!” spent the night at the appropriately named wahoo bay resort. which is just down the street from the obama beach hotel. wonder if obama knows he has his own beach complete with an appropriately named obama beach hotel?
funniest ah-ha moment…during a 45 minute trip back from titanyen full of numerous potholes, honking trucks, wandering donkeys, police check points & UN patrol convoys, our driver was pretty much silent after the initial “where are you from? how many siblings do you have?” conversation. until the last 30 seconds of the trip when he spots a rather rotund female. equal to 5 of me in circumference. constructed of all curves & soft padding. her womanly bits jiggling & bouncing with every step. the previously mute driver simply uttered a low & appreciative “BIG SEXY.”
creole word of the day…zanmi, which means friend. something all the familiar faces have become & something all the new faces will become.