Real Hope for Haiti

 

Today we took a two plus hour drive, half of it straight up and down rocky hills with no road, to a very very rural clinic called Real Hope for Haiti in Cazale.

Our Chariot

Here are some images and a couple bonus videos of the many faces of life in Port au Prince.  A bonus video below might help you understand why I say "give me DC traffic anyday!"  In fact, Andy and I sat in the middle of an intersection for a good 5 minutes as cars tangled, untangled, and we finally broke free.  Not at an intersection, in it.



mud from last night's rain brings mud
from the mountains (no trees, terrible erosion)

 



give me DC traffic anyday

coolest "carry on your head" so far:
7 feet of sunglasses!

Once out of the city, the "road" was so rough, at one point we had a 9 year old boy running beside us trying to get money for having moved some dirt and rock into a hole for us.

 

I'm not sure how to process let alone describe or capture for others everything we heard and saw.  For now I'll just say they treat thousands of people and specialize in malnourished children.  We saw a family who had sand fleas that had burrowed into their feet and hands.  I won't show that picture.  The rest I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

This is RoseMarie.  She's 3. She's about the size of
an 8 month old.  Real Hope will feed her medica mamba
(medical peanut butter).  Pray for her.

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

We stopped at a bench on the side of
the mountain with our Haitian friend
and ate a sandwich before coming down
off the mountain

   

 

When we got back to PaP, we dropped Jutta and Robyn at the "flat" and went out to get wood and chicken wire for a coup that will be built by an SHG in the place we're going tomorrow.  We went to several stores, and at times our best communication was flapping our arms and clucking.  I was almost killed crossing the street and a Haitian woman said (in English) "Be careful don't get hurt".  I'm pretty sure she was making fun of the way I leaped to the curb in utter terror.  REAL Haitians don't jump, hurry, or move out of the way.  According to Andy, their idea of a close call isn't even when the rear view mirror whacks them in the arm "because they know they should have moved."

We stopped at the orphanage to say hello. I saw two guys I had seen last time, one was on the work crew.  All the kids are so much bigger!  We'll get more pictures on Saturday.

Tomorrow we are off to Belladere and Mirebalus with a possible stop in Lascahobas.  Maybe in that order.  Get out your maps!