I apologize for not getting back to writing about Haiti lately. There is so much still to write about. To be honest, in these past 5 parts posted thus far I’ve only just begun.. I may hop, skip and jump a bit from time to time as I continue to write about our trip to Haiti.. I will try my best though to stay relatively on track according to how our trip went in terms of a time frame. That being said, I suppose my writing of this Haiti trip in itself is symbolic of a common cliché we shared during our stay in Haiti. That is, everything was a fluid situation. More on that in a moment….
We left Windsor at about 10:00am on Monday morning the 15th of February. Everyone arrived at a central location within the city at Devonshire Mall to board a Windsor Transit Bus to head over to Detroit Metro Airport in order to catch our departing flight which would leave for Florida around 2 in the afternoon. Once we landed in Florida around 5:30pm, we would prepare for our connecting flight to Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic.
When we arrived on the island of Hispaniola which is shared by both Haiti and the DR, most of us didn’t know what to expect. Only a few had travelled on Humanitarian Aid trips as medical staff. The rest of us were in for a shock. Actually, I suppose in many ways even Denis, Ben & Amy who all had previous humanitarian aid experience in other 3rd world countries went through some shock seeing the devastation left by this horrible earthquake. The day’s travel duration went pretty smooth checking baggage, getting through customs and security checkpoints and all… We arrived a bit late in Santo Domingo. It was close to midnight by the time we departed the plane and met up with Joe who would be our guide for the duration of the 10 day humanitarian trip.
From the airport, we boarded into two extended vans that took us to another Dominican Republic city called Santiago where we would stay overnight in a guest house before departing early the next morning for Haiti.
Mountain view of Haiti & the DR (Photo courtesy Amy)
Joe had us up pretty early. It was just after 6am when we heard his voice from outside our rooms calling out to wake up as he knocked on each door of the guest house. By the time we had reached the gust house in Santiago and settled into our rooms it was close to 2am for most of us before we fell asleep. So getting up at 6am, especially after being a bit jet lagged from travelling all day the day before our nights sleep felt like a mere cat nap.
Gathering for breakfast at an outdoor café in the DR (Photo courtesy of Jo-dee)
This Cathedral sits directly across the street from the little café in the DR we had gathered for breakfast at the morning we departed for Haiti. It’s significance is that this Church is over 500 years old and until 1992 (500 year anniversary) the remains of Christopher Columbus was kept here at this Church. (Photo courtesy of Jo-dee)
As we all gathered for breakfast at a nice outdoor café not one of us was exempt from feeling sleep deprived. Some of our group had stayed in one guest house and a smaller group of about 4 of us stayed at another a few blocks away because there had not been enough rooms available at the one guest house. We all met for breakfast at a restaurant somewhere in between the two guest houses.
Mind you, we were also still adjusting to the nice weather conditions having just flown in leaving behind a bitter cold Canadian winter to land in a warm tropical paradise like the Dominican Republic was something we would all just have to try to quickly adjust to… Ummm, actually, it took all but about 5 minutes after un-boarding the plane the night before when we arrived. Seriously though, I think by this time though both our physical bodies and our mental mind states were in confusion as we tried to adjust to all the sudden changes in the last 24 hours.
After breakfast, everyone headed to their rooms to quickly pack up to be ready on time to leave for Haiti.. And then we waited… and we waited… lol… And we began to learn about Haiti time.. In essence, not sure if there really is any.. Things just move accordingly without dead lines or the stress of meeting certain time frames. And at least in part, that is where Steve McDougall’s little cliché “Everything is a fluid situation” originates from. We heard these words often. Several times a day! And every time a bus or tap tap would not show up, or we waited a few hours for our departing bus to travel a far distance, or a plan would change, and then that new plan would change 20 minutes later, only to have it changed again 10 minutes after that, we were reminded again and again, “This is a fluid situation”
There were no guarantees is what it meant. Everything we planned had to first be understood that we may actually be planning things in vain. Everything had to be played by ear, one step at a time for things change rather quickly in Haiti.
We just around that mountain and you will see Port Au Prince
Tuesday morning Joe had us all awake around 6am.. It was too early! We all felt that way... LOL!! We had arrived in Santa Domingo late and didn't make it to the guest houses and into bed until after 1am.. So after spending the entire day yesterday traveling through airports and being cramped into little airplane seats a few of us were just a tad cranky to start the day Tuesday morning.. Mind you, it would only be a few more hours before we would suddenly learn rather quickly in humility that we had nothing at all to be cranky about.. We were in for a real eye opener and even in our own struggles I think we all pretty much knew this in our own hearts.. It was just a matter of seeing it first hand that would make all the difference...
After breakfast at the nice outdoor cafe as I posted in the previous post, we returned to our rooms and gathered our belongings together. We rushed to make sure we were ready as Joe had asked us to and then we waited for about an hour before the mini-vans would finally arrive to take us to the Main Bus Terminal.. At the Bus Terminal we would board a Greyhound style bus to make our almost 10 hour non-stop journey to just outside Port Au Prince, Haiti where we would be staying for the night...
Jo-dee, Sheila & Nancy settling into their room
10 hours is a very long time to be couped up on a bus non-stop... It really is! It was actually about 8+ hours non-stop until we got to the Haiti border where we would pull in, stop and be able to all get out and stretch our legs.. But still, 8 hours without stopping is a very long time to be situated in a seat unable to really move. But that's how it's done there. No pit stops along the way. I slept on and off but not very well. None of us did. I found it difficult sleeping in a sitting up position. Even as I would doze off from moment to moment any sudden movement, a bump, a voice, conversations, sunlight suddenly upon the face, all of it would just wake me up again, and with the lack of sleep the night before I think most of us were experiencing the same thing... So by the time we reached the Haiti border several hours later and pulled in to finally stop and be able to stretch our legs most of us felt extremely lethargic...
I sat in my chair dozing in and out half listening to the various conversations going on around me. it's interesting when you have your eyes closed just sitting there listening to other people converse sometimes.. I could hear Amy telling I think Ryan how proud of her daughter she was, Steve McDougall in the seats ahead of us telling stories about previous trips to Haiti he had been on, and Dr. Denis explaining the benefits of naturalistic medicine to another in our group.. I just sat there with my eyes closed listening..
The beautiful Dominican Republic landscape
Jo-dee was sitting next to me dozing in and out as well.. Behind us were a young Haitian couple returning to Haiti. I think it was young Steve sitting further behind that first got chatting a bit with them.. Not sure if I mentioned, we had two Steves on the trip.. Steve McDougall was our organizer.. He is the Chairman of Hearts Togther for Haiti.. And then there was the younger Steve who is a Windsor Transit employee.. So to distinguish between the two I'll continue to refer to Steve McDougall either by his full name or 'the elder Steve' and Steve the Windsor Transit employee as the 'younger Steve' ..
When I realized this young Haitian couple were returning home I sat up and turned around to face them, "Are you returning home for the first time since the quake?" I asked. "Yes" Said the Haitian man. "We had left a week before the quake to visit her family" He explained motioning to his wife. "We have not seen our home or even our country yet since the quake" This young couple, like so many, lost their home, their personal possessions apart from what they had with them on their trip and saddest of all, like almost all Haitians they lost loved ones.. Every Haitian we met had a story to tell that included losing a loved one or several loved ones....
I sat back in my chair not wanting to further ask questions of this young Haitian couple hesitant I may ask an awkward or sensitive question. I sat back and just returned to listening to the conversations around me as I gazed out the window of the bus at the beautiful Dominican countryside. Rolling hills filled with banana trees stretching along for miles in all directions until they reached the mountains in the near distances all around us.. The skies were clear and it was a hot and humid but beautiful sunny day.. We had seemed to drive for hours seeing nothing but countryside except the odd little village here and there we would pass ever so often.
Suddenly, it was as if the narrow highway we were on had reached it's end and within an instant we were slowing down and maneuvering over gravel filled with lot's of pot holes as the bus driver began to shift gears down and bring the bus to a crawl.. Then the bus came to a complete stop and began to back up.. People walking all around everywhere. A few old buildings that looked to be small warehouses, a few U.N. security personnel gathered off to the left, a group of young Haitians unloading trucks, and barb and razor wire fencing everywhere you looked.. "Where are we?" I turned to the young Haitian man sitting behind me and asked.. "We are at the border now." He replied.. "We are in my country, Haiti."
This is where it began to hit me the most... "What will I see?" For the very first time I was beginning to see it before my very eyes.. Not so much the devastation.. But the signs of pain.. of struggle.. of strife.. The devastation was yet to come.. That lurked just around the corner, literally! But the scrambling to get food to the poor, to get aid shipments into the country as quick as possible, to get volunteers like ourselves in to devastated areas to get them working was what we first saw as we entered Haiti for the first time.. It was here at the D.R./ Haiti border that we were beginning to see the tell tale signs of everything horrifying and heart wrenching we had come to learn about through the news only a month earlier.. Everything that made out hearts ache and our eyes weep over the past month..
The bus parked, the doors opened and as we had all really hoped the bus driver informed us that we could step outside the bus and stretch our legs. "Thank God!' Was what went through all of our minds instantaneously! And so we did.. One by one we began to depart from the bus to stretch our legs.. To find relief.. Of course the heat and humidity hit us immediately as we stepped off the bus but that was okay.. It was just such a relief after 8 straight hours of being couped up in little seats to just get out and be able to stretch..
But the sight around us... We were immediately approached by local Haitians vending gum, candy bars, beer & pop.. "1 dollar" The young Haitian girl of about 12 years old said as she came up to me and the younger Steve.. and again she said the moment we made eye contact, "1 dollar, please.." Some of us bought a beer or a pop.. Something to snack on.. We were continually followed around everywhere we walked and everywhere we stood. in buying something they didn't necessarily walk away after wards but only for a moment and they were back wanting you to buy more.. They were persistent.. For these Haitians, it was their only hope to make a living.. And in many ways they were the lucky ones because at least they had a means to make some money.. Most Haitians didn't... Most Haitians don't..
Haitians unloading a truck at the border
After about an hour, we all boarded the bus again. We were told that we were cleared and could continue on now... So we all got back on the bus and took our seats anticipating yet another few hours before reaching Port Au Prince.. At least we thought.. As we took our seats I asked the young Haitian man who had been sitting behind me all along just how far are we from Port Au Prince.. "About 20 minutes" He replied, and I said, "Huh! I thought we still had about two hours!" "Oh no," He replied.. "You'll see.. We just around that mountain and you will see Port Au Prince"
I sat back in my seat and continued to watch out the window of the bus as we slowly made our way out of the customs compound to begin our trek towards the capital city.. The road we took was long and winding and literally hugged the outer edge of a rather large mountain on our left with a shallow valley running along the right side of the road overlooking a low plateau.. As we looked out our windows we began to see these huge sections of the mountain had as if large chunks in many places were completely missing out of it's side.. I mean huge as in spanning 100 feet high or more and just as wide across.. Even the young Haitian fellow and his wife sitting behind us were amazed and spoke up saying, "That was never like that before!" It was the first signs of what an earthquake can actually do to the geographics of the earth... Whole sections of a mountain completely gives way and crumbles to the ground below within an instant.. nothing to stop it.. Nothing to prevent nature from taking it's course... It just does it's thing..
Section missing from mountainside
Minutes later as we began to move away from the mountain and into open plateau everything seemed fine looking out the window of the bus.. We were passing homes here and there along the road and saw no damage.. nothing out of the ordinary.. Various conversations on the bus continued.. Jo-dee sitting next to me took out her camera and began to take pictures.. Then, suddenly just as if leaving one room and entering into another it was as if we were in an entirely altogether different world! A world of utter chaos and destruction! We just passed a whole slew of homes standing and unaffected.. Now we were looking out our window at home after home, building after building made of concrete and totally collapsed upon itself.. and tent cities! Tucked in between all this mess anywhere it seemed there had been available vacant land were now tent cities.. Some quickly put together by the locals, tents basically made out of bed sheets and sticks.. and others, more organized and put together by the United Nations..
Life on the streets in Haiti
The conversations all suddenly stopped.. Everything went deathly quiet! Except for the periodic gasps of several you could have heard a pin drop on that bus.. The mood among all quickly became somber.. The bus continued along the road, everyone looking out the windows at the destruction.. no one saying a word.. I held my Rosary between my fingers and silently prayed, not really focusing so much on the decades but just praying one Hail Mary after another as I watched from inside the air conditioned bus the masses of Haitians walking around and along the streets yet as if no where to go.. Haitians sitting outside their collapsed homes watching us as we slowly drove by.. No one waving.. Just us looking out the bus window at them and they sitting by their demolished homes staring up at us as we drove by.. Somber is an understatement..
Soon, within minutes just as the young Haitian man said our bus pulled up to our final destination.. The guest house we would be staying at tonight.. We were now in Petionville, a suburb just up the hill over looking the city of Port Au Prince...
By the second day of our trip our group was really beginning to bond together. Most of us had not known each other prior to our first meeting weeks earlier and even in the meetings we had little time to socialize and get to know each other. However, it took only a matter of a day’s travel for us to get comfortable and make new friendships. We shared many common bonds. Especially being that the majority of the group shared medical interests, and all of us shared a sense of compassion for the poor and dying, a deep desire to help those in need, and an even deeper desire to make a difference, which we all knew could only happen if we worked together as a team. We reached Port Au Prince in the early evening just after sunset. The town of Petionville where we would actually be staying overnight sits just outside of P au P on a hillside overlooking the city which could be likened to a sort of suburb blending in with the capital city and the rest of its neighboring towns.
Port Au Prince is the capital and largest city in Haiti. Close to 3 million people live there, or one third of the nations entire population. And most of it's inhabitants live in very cramped conditions fitting snugly into an area no larger than perhaps the inner realms of Lower Manhattan. The city is extremely cramped in comparison to how we live in North America. Many of the single houses are wood framed shacks reminiscent of the ghettos of New Orleans. Port Au Prince is a harbor and the major trading port on the shore. If you were to stand on it's shores looking west you would be facing the Island and nation of Cuba, though far enough away and not at all visible from Haiti. The capital city is the major trading post for both what little imports and exports that are exchanged within the nation’s infrastructure.
In the initial days and hours after the January 12th earthquake we all saw the horrible images on CNN and other news networks, and even more graphic if a person had internet access were the You Tube videos both shot from cell phones and cam-corders willing to hold nothing back. Pictures really do tell the story, yet, not even CNN with all it’s continual live coverage could truly captivate the magnitude of what was truly going on. In some ways, the media was getting the dire need for humanitarian help out to the rest of the world which in all honesty needed to be done quickly and could not have even come close to being sensationalized compared to the reality of what had just happened. But on the other hand, there were isolated situations that were indeed blown out of proportion in the sense that they were, again, as I said, “isolated” yet through the media made to appear as if rampant throughout the country.
There were reports of widespread violence and looting, and yes, make no mistake about it, these reports were real. There was no phoniness to what you might have seen on the news regarding the chaos that pursued this horrible and devastating earthquake. But at the same time, at least to the extent of what our group witnessed only weeks after, while the violence had certainly settled down and at least in terms of civil disorder things were much calmer, the reality was that these incidents had been isolated and over exaggerated. There are always bad apples no matter where you go in the world. And in the thick of sudden chaos like P Au P was enduring they certainly come out of the woodwork. But no, once you’ve actually been there, you quickly learn the true story is not exactly what we saw portrayed on the news. It was somewhere in between outright violence and justified desperation.
CNN in particular though not the only news network, had been reporting in the initial days about widespread looting and violence particularly in the city of Port Au Prince. The truth is, yes, there were certainly people rummaging through the debris and in rare instances willing to turn to violence believing it was their only means to survive. But in most cases Haitians are peaceful and not at all violent. They were looking for loved ones. They were looking for lost possessions. And yes, they were looking to survive. And when you’ve not eaten in three or four days and there’s a market left wide open and no one around, well, you need to eat. Your children need to eat. The authorities? Or At least what was left of the nations police state and their capacity to reign in the chaos went straight by the books when it came to theft during those crucial hours.
And so if you were caught stealing a bag of cookies or a loaf of moldy bread you happened to be able to salvage from the collapsed market, you were handcuffed and taken away to a temporary jail. There was no leniency… no compassion or understanding one might expect due to the rare and crucial circumstances. But these were truly isolated incidents. From speaking to a few locals while staying in Petionville this became clear. We were not talking thousands of looters. We were not talking about thousands of violent thugs. We were talking about the odd or rare situation. Our group drove right through P Au P literally at a crawl only weeks after the earthquake and saw absolutely no looting and no violence. Just a whole lot of desperate people begging and pleading for help walking the streets aimlessly.
However, having said that, what can not be overlooked is that when the earthquake occurred, the main prison in Port Au Prince, made up mostly of murderers and rapists during hard time, which held about 3000 inmates had collapsed. Many of the guards and prisoners alike were killed.. But of the guards who survived? They fled to check on and be with their families if in fact their families were still alive. As for the remaining prisoners? Naturally, they took the opportunity to escape. .. But not before setting fire to the prison offices burning all paper work and records that could otherwise help authorities later on catch up to them and round them up. To date, nearly 2000 still remain on the loose. So, while isolated incidents of looting and violence may have been somewhat sensationalized on the news and made to seem as if rampant throughout the city, other realities were just that.. Realities!
It was a reality that people were in shock. It was a reality that people were distraught. That they longed for loved ones, their parents, their children, their siblings but could not find them. It was a reality that many injured faced death if they did not allow someone to sever a limb, perhaps a foot, a leg or an arm in order that they might survive. It was a reality that they were given no anesthesia in the process but had to grin and bear what must have been an unfathomable excruciating pain to have a limb severed using a saw while being wide awake. It was a reality that people in the streets of P Au P were literally starving to death even though humanitarian aid had already arrived, including food, medical and other vital essentials yet sat untouched and unmoved on the run way at Toussaint International Airport under the watchful eye of U.N. Personnel..
These people were desperate. Within 45 seconds they had lost what little possessions they had to begin with… But the truly heartbreaking losses were the loss of life. That meant loved ones, friends, co-workers and neighbors. Earth shattering catastrophes like this make no distinction between man, woman and child, newborn infant, nursing or pregnant mothers. Buildings collapsed… And lot’s of them! In some cases whole families perished. And in others it was portions of one’s family. Those who survived had to accept that some of their loved ones or friends were now simply gone and not coming back.
It didn’t matter if you were a good person or a wicked person, young or old, healthy or frail, rich or poor… If you were in the wrong place at the wrong time you stood no chance of survival. If you were blessed enough to perhaps be on the top floor of a building you might have stood a chance because of a cocoon like air pocket that might have formed over you as the debris came crashing down. The main Cathedral went down. The presidential palace collapsed. The airport suffered major damage as did so many other institutions. The police stations, fire stations, hospitals, schools and even the main University in Port Au Prince were destroyed or severely damaged.
As we sat in the back of a tap tap and drove slowly past a toppled building now reduced to three thick slabs of cement one atop the other one day while in Jacmal a tear came to Gabby's eye. "What's wrong Gabby?" Someone asked. Gabby quietly mumbled something we couldn't make out. Asked again, he repeated it this time more audible, "There's 300 children in that building." How do you cope? How do you reconcile that literally within an instant everything that held the very fabric of your society, your nation, your daily life, your family, all just collapsed beyond recognition? Everything gone! loved ones gone! How do you cope?
Donal & Kellie standing outside our Guest House
Donal, the young Haitian man who helped us the night we stayed in Petionville was in a classroom at the University when the earthquake struck. His home destroyed and his family were killed. As well, he was the only classmate to survive. Almost all his friends and family perished within the blink of an eye. Again, how do you cope? How do you deal with it? How do you grasp it all? How do you possibly fathom moving on when literally everything was just taken from you? Yet, Haitians are extremely resilient people. Far from ever being "okay" they are slowly learning to cope. They are picking up the broken pieces of their shattered lives and are beginning to rebuild their homes, their cities, their nation.
When we arrived at the bus terminal in Port Au Prince it was sheer chaos. I mean in the sense that there were people everywhere! The streets were filled with people, many walking aimlessly as if no where to go. And swarms of people gathered around the bus as it attempted to park in the tiny stone walled compound. I had the impression life in Port Au Prince was normally chaotic to begin with despite the earthquake because of it’s population density. Yet, now with literally thousands left homeless and countless others choosing to live on the streets out of fear should there be another major tremor, this added greatly to the numbers. The streets were busy from early morning to late evening.
Our bus, a sort of Haitian equivalent to a Greyhound pulled to the front gate of the depot and proceeded to back into the narrow lot that gave barely enough room for one bus. There were hoards of people everywhere surrounding and moving in on the bus. As the bus came to a stop the driver jumped out and began opening all the side compartment doors exposing our luggage to the rather large crowd that was now enveloping the bus and all of us as everyone fought their way through the people to find their own. By the time everyone had scrambled to secure their belongings and we grouped together near the left rear of the bus to await smaller buses that would take us to our guest house Jo-dee had lost some of her luggage which in terms of clothing left her with only what she was wearing.
The guest house we stayed at in Petionville had a gravel floor in the bar room which also served as a smoking room. And in the corners of the room were holes where rats had burrowed in and out of the building. We stayed on the second floor but were not exempt from seeing a rat run across the floor in the main lounge there as well. We coped. After having traveled the last two days by plane and by bus, and knowing we still had another 4 hour trek to Jacmal through the mountains across the southern portion of Haiti before we would reach our final destination sometime during the day Wednesday it was now time to kick our feet back and relax so that we would be well rested and up to making the rest of the journey.
Lounge area in the Guest House in Petionville
As we got settled into our rooms, took showers, settled in and began to rest, our guide Joe took off to get us dinner. He returned about an hour or so later with a quaint smorgasbord of chicken, veal or goat with salad and plantain. I wasn’t brave enough to try the goat but a few in the group seemed to like it. I kept to the familiar flavor of chicken. Joe took great care of us. Without his help our group would have been at great risk to a number of things; theft, scams, parasites, and getting lost just to name a few. And though at least Kelly was fluent in French and I could fake my way through light French conversation none of us knew Creole so without Joe we would have had a tremendous struggle in terms of communication.
Steve and I were bunking in the same room and during the evening he went to take a shower. I had attempted one earlier but quickly opted to skip it when I saw water dripping from a live light fixture right overhead our shower stall. There was a leak from the room above. And water was literally pouring into our washroom through the opening for the light. I let Steve know about it but he felt it was safe enough to jump in anyways. As much as I needed a shower too I wasn’t so confident. Everyone would just have to put up with stinky ole me at least another day.. However, I did wash by hand at the sink. The water fed through a pipe jaunting out of the wall with no shower head or nozzle of any kind was ice cold, as was the tap water in the sink. Those of us new to Haiti learned rather quickly that there just isn’t any warm or hot water in the entire country.
___________________________________________________________ note* The two pictures of the Cathedral & of the Presidential Palace are from Google images and were not taken by anyone in our group. All other photo's are courtesy of various members of our group..
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