Haiti- Street pictures and the Truth, nothing but the truth.

I am sorry if the other Haiti post seems a little dry, I hope the pictures helped. I decided for my memory's sake, and some of the descriptions,  I would use the text of my report to Missionary Health for that blog.

This entry will be more pictures and words as needed to explain. It will be a hodge-podge from the missionaries, the mission home, and the streets of Haiti.





The blue NatCom building is the second tallest in Haiti,  Digicel has
 the tallest. The shacks are one story.



Only time there weren't people everywhere.



School girls and street sellers




Collapsed building.



Stairway of that building.

Elders Lubin and Celeste in their shower.

Their kitchen.

Freres District and the Shavers

Retail jobs aren't so bad.

Sorry for quality, this one
would have been a winner



Security at the Mission Office, with
a shotgun.



Tarp tents across the alley from the Mission Office



Condemned buildings and tent life underneath them.





Jerry is a well followed wall artist, humor,
pathos and a tribute to the Haitian
will to survive.

 


Gaudy tap-taps are everywhere, not safe for people like us.



Canape Vert Hospital had to abandon this wing
because of structural damage.




Presidential Palace




Tent village. All Church-run tent camps are down.
40 Church members died in the quake.




Basketball break with Pres Joseph
and his brother Ben.




Goats in a dumpster.



Bernsy Joseph and Mom's glasses.



Reading in English.  The children
all speak Creole, French and English



Street furniture sales.



Lamadiu Hotel, Jacmel



Head carrying of loads.



Guard Marc and Bernsy.



Tap Tap art.




UN vehicles, and Red Cross and Crescent
 are everywhere. Many other charities too.





Elders have to bike through a large pond in ther
road near their house, a creek has changed
 its course.



Gonaives Chapel

Brooms in Les Cayes

Cavaillon Elders' House.



Street pants seller and customer



Your tax dollars at work.



The words are in Creole, and are spoken
 by the little guy. He says:"you can't eat your
 fingernails alone, share them with me."



Sr. Joseph gives a lesson in cleaning apartments.



Village in a dry riverbed.




View toward the ocean on return from Les Cayes



Mom reading with Bernsy.

We flew quickly home to Santo Domingo, but we won't quickly forget the people we met, and the sites we saw.  A mixture of sadness and hope. Working hard but not always having the best tools.