You mean there is no 7 Eleven

As Jonathan pointed out in his blog post, a large part of the day was spent at the Concorde Baptist Church and then a wonderful lunch at the Pastor's house. I am not sure what spices and cooking methods are used in Haitian rice and beans, but it quite good. I think the meat we had along with the rice and beans was goat, which was also very tasty.



I was able to touch base with Youri who we met last year and hand over to him the Bibles we brought. Youri helps run the Easy English Club which teaches English to many young adults from the church and surrounding area. They had asked if we could get them some English Bibles and while we tried over the past year and failed, it was good to finally be able to hand some Bibles over to them.

We were also able to see the state of the construction project we started last year. There are now about 4 permanent class rooms that are in use.

After lunch and rest, some of us set off to find lunch supplies for the week, or at least tomorrow, as well as retrieve two bags from the airport, which for some reason did not make our original flight.

As it turns out, most the grocery stores close early on Sunday and we were really out of luck. We did find a boulangerie and picked up some empanadas and bread, but it really wasn't what we needed for the week. As we were running out of time we had to head for the airport to pick up the bags.



S has been working the phones and the web for a day or so attempting to get the two missing bags, which had many of the medications needed for the medical clinics and so her name was on the paperwork. When we arrived at the airport a guard (here after know as the MWTG - the man with the gun) would not let us pass to where we needed to be to get the bags. MWTG instead insisted, in Creole, that only S could go. We tried to explain that (a) S didn't speak Creole, (b) that the bags S were getting we're heavy and large, and (c) the bags contained medicines for the orphanage. MWTG would have none of it, he really was not very helpful. He wouldn't even let us send a translator with S.

Undeterred, S took off with a language cart while the rest of us were shown out in not a particularly nice way, but I suspect it could have been worse as MWTG had FWG (friends with guns).

We waited and waited and S's husband was able to reach S by phone to make sure she was well and find out the flight was late. So we waited some more and eventually S came out with two bags to a round of cheers, which must have hit the rest of the people waiting as a bit odd, but that is how life is in Haiti.

In desperation for jelly to go with the peanut butter we had back at the dorm, we stopped at a gas station. We did not find jelly, but did find Pringles, so all was not lost.

So now we have bread, peanut butter, honey, and Pringles for lunches tomorrow and that actually sounds pretty good, not as good as rice and beans, but better than a lot of people in Haiti or the world will eat tomorrow.
Planned for tomorrow is a visit to an orphanage. It will be our first attempt to make kites with kids and I hope all goes well.

The power is out now, which is a sign that all dogs in the city should start barking uncontrollably. So I am off to bed, the lights don't work, but the Internet connection is still working, so I guess the priorities are about right.

Location:Rue Roucourt,Carrefour,Haiti