Right after school got out, my son and I joined a local church and we went to Oban, Haiti on a mission trip. It was my first mission trip, my first time to Haiti and my first taste of a truly third world area. We arrived at the Port-Au-Prince airport and it was CRAZY outside. People in uniforms trying to take your bags “for you” and I was happy that the group arranging our trip, 410 Bridge had a secure van for us and we hopped in and made the almost five hour drive to Oban. The crazy thing is that Oban is really only about 90 kilometers from the airport but between the traffic and the long, winding roads, the trip took a long time.
This was our view from the bus. There are so many people everywhere and so much trash. Motorcycles were huge as well as these tricked out trucks that had turned into cabs. These trucks fit (squashed) tons of people in them. And, so many women walked around with huge baskets and tubs on their heads fileld with stuff they were selling. I am not sure how they balanced it all.
I was happy to make it to our hotel. We had electricity (sometimes) and a homemade breakfast and dinner each day. There were some strange items but in general the food was very good. All of my food pictures were on my phone or ipad so I may have to do a special post with those. After arriving, we took a tour of the community. I had taken something for car-sickness so I was really tired. I brought my camera and I was wearing crocs which I found very hard to walk on the rocky paths that the community walked on every day. It was also VERY hot. I was a total wimp. The area was beautiful…but lots of trash everywhere. The river had dried up so water was hard to get to.
I loved the kids we met on the way…
This was probably the nicest church/school we saw while there.
This little guy stole my heart – David. Every animal we saw was so skinny. Their bones were sticking out.
This was a schoohouse. School was out for the day.
People’s homes. See the tarps? They used these as roofs. Many had holes in them and they were falling apart. So many were old advertisements or parts of old US aid packages.
This was someone’s house. WOW……
It’s funny how we were all hot and sweaty and hungry and in culture shock and they all just smiled at us. What a happy group of people. And the kids… be still my heart. I LOVED them.
Many people sold stuff from the front of their homes. Some were supplies and others sold cooked goods.
The kids would run up and grab our hands and walk with us. I had to stop taking pictures because I was happier holding their hands.
Ok. This grossed me out. Lots of meat sitting out in the heat. Flies everywhere. I was worried about germs. The translators said much fo the meat is boiled for long periods of time.
This is the local market where people can sell their food and wares.
I asked what she was selling. Some kind of meat pie.
The kids loved to talk to us. I was not always sure if the parents were too thrilled.
My son showed a boy his phone. There was lots of oohs and ahhs heard.
Watch for part 2 later this week!