Off the flight from Miami into the open air of Port au Prince airport, as I’m walking down the ramp, is a five piece band with an accordian, banjo, guitar, drum and maracas playing calypso. Even after two days of flying, I can’t stop grinning. I’m in Haiti.
I was the first to arrive and had arranged to wait for Ellie’s flight at the airport but very quickly changed the plan as I was accosted by big boisterous Darlene, who looked after me whether I liked it or not. She was exactly what I needed. Barreling through the crowd she ordered someone to carry my bags, batted away any other driver, organised a local sim card, bossed me to the car without taking breath all with me following through the crowd in her wake.
She also cost me a fortune.
Here are a random selection from our first 2 days.
The tents are everywhere. Rubble is everywhere.
First light in Port au Prince