
The team’s first meal in Haiti
The second leg of our trip was a very full flight to Port-au-Prince. Interestingly, the plane carried no less than 4 identifiable missions teams. Now think about that… four missions teams. Each with 18 to 25 or more team members. On a single plane from Atlanta. On a Thursday. Landing at 2:30 in the afternoon. How many other missions teams of various sizes, from multiple locations, arrive throughout the day, every day of the week, week after week, month after month? All to do God’s work in a tiny little country the size of Maryland, with a population of 10.6 million. If that doesn’t speak to a desperate situation, then what does? Once we landed, it took about an hour to get through the airport and then to locate our host, Christi and her team of drivers. All of our luggage was quickly strapped to the tops of two vans and we piled in for the third leg of our trip – a 3 hour drive to Pignon, located in the central plains of Haiti. If you’ve never experienced the thrill of traveling the roads of Haiti, you just don’t know what you’re missing. First, the center line is really just a formality; a suggestion maybe. Okay, let’s just call it what it is… a decoration. Second, the horn of a Haitian vehicle will wear out long before anything else. The cacophony of beeps and honks and the occasional perfectly timed pig grunt, is a call and response system, alerting other drivers that you are about to cross the decorative line and pass them. Never mind the fact that cars, trucks and motorcycles are all careening toward you in the oncoming lane. Finally, there is no observed speed limit. None. Regardless of whether you are traveling paved roads or a dirt path. Full on, wide open pedal-to-the-metal is the rule. Imagine a NASCAR track, but with two races going on at the same time. In opposite directions… with donkeys, goats and pedestrians wandering around on the track for good measure. While hanging on for dear life, we were able to take in many of the sights and smells of Haiti.
