Haiti – Week 12 I’m laying here listening to old timey classic country via internet stik from WUUQ out of Lookout Mountain, TN. I have some more pics this week; I’ll try to give you a little flavor of the Caribbean. We found a new beach. It’s over the mountain, through the valley, over the next mountain, then down a pig trail that you must have 4WD to traverse that looks like it goes nowhere. This road’s so bad we were constantly dragging the undercarriage of the truck climbing over rocks and boulders. I couldn’t take a pic, I was driving and even if I wasn’t I would have had to hold on to something. But this little beach was quite the happening spot. There were lots of people enjoying the sun and water in the afternoon and the place has been turned into a little remote resort area complete with hot food and cold drinks. Since there were only a couple of other vehicles there, we surmised everybody else was smart enough to come by taxi boat. After spending a few hours at the beach, we took a little “walking trail” and rock climbed to a little town about a mile beyond the beach called Labadee (La-ba-dee). Labadee can only be accessed by walking or by boat; there are no roads in. We walked through the town, said hello to everybody, and then took a taxi boat back to the beach and started our rough ride home. The Missouri volunteers left for home this morning. I’ve got a story to tell you about them but I’ll hold it until next week (and yes, I got pics). The two-lane road that’s the national highway has huge speed bumps in the villages. These bumps are so large you have to go over them in first gear. When you miss one and hit it full speed, you never forget again because your truck won’t drive straight after you land. The sign before the speed bumps says “Dos D’ane” which supposedly translates to “Donkey’s Back”. They also have some that are the repetitive bumps in the road that are close together. In the U.S., they’re ripples that make a sound when your tires ride over them. Here, they’re so large they jar the teeth out of your head. They’re called “sleeping policemen.” If anyone knows how to put captions on the pics, let me know. Enjoy the pics! Pic#01: Cap-Haitien, the second largest city. Pic#02: Tree roots Pic#04: Entrance to the Industrial Park, gate and armed guards Pic#07: Crabs everywhere Pic#08: Tap-Tap on the way back from the market Pic#16: Sugarcane on the way to market Pic#17: Six crates of Coke bottles Pic#18: Dos D’ane Pic#19: The easy life Pic#20: A few patches Pic#21: Market day again Pic#22: Truck breaks down, leave it in the road for 3 days, probably nobody will hit it in the middle of the night or the early morning fog Pic#25: Sittin’ on the axle Pic#26: Loaded buddy, wonder if I could find a good used truck Pic#27: Does it even clear the overhead lines? Pic#28: One Tap-Tap passing another, now that’s a sight Pic#29: It’s just a bus Pic#30: I’ve got to ride one before I leave Pic#32: Additional protection against the evils that may befall you, I call it the Jason Bourne wall Pic#35: Our taxi boat driver Pic#36: Yes there’s water coming in the bottom, he’s got life jackets Pic#37: Just for Kip
Posted on: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 06:46:04 +0000
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