We had a great send-off from Green Bay, with family and friends showing up to bid us well, tell us to be safe, and to take what seemed like an infinite number of pictures of us. We had no problem getting to Haiti the next day after spending the night in Miami. In Port-au-Prince, Sr. Althea greeted us at the airport and welcomed us to Haiti. We lugged all of our bags (five big ones!) into her rugged four-wheel drive truck and set off to do a few errands before heading to Aquin. (Almost all official business has to be done in Port-au-Prince, including getting a driver’s license! There is only one DMV, and the whole country has to go there for their license. I can’t wait until we have to apply for our licenses!)
After zipping around Port-au-Prince, we got underway for the four-hour ride to Aquin on the bumpy Rue National 2. There are two highways in Haiti, and you can probably guess that the other one is named Rue National 1. Neither of them really qualifies as a highway, as they are narrower than Webster St. and have a lot more potholes. Actually, they aren’t really potholes. They’re just holes. Big holes.
Continue reading "Tim and Christy Go to Haiti"Posted by Christy and Tim at 01:15 PM on January 29, 2003 :: Permanent link
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