From Diary 1 and Port au Prince, I continue in -
well; Port au Prince.
At half pass nine, I set out for a stroll around the suborn, and eventually
make it to the green square. Everything seems so quiet, and here use to be
packed with cars and people. It feel safe, but it is fare from a normal
situation by now. There is still a lack of gasoline, and most can't go to
At five, I got cabin-fever, and to maintain my last glimpses of sanity, I set out for a stroll to the bus station and local market. The sun have disappeared behind the mountains, but I try to capture some of the market - although I have to be a bit careful about making too close photos: Not everyone appreciate it. The trash shorting is still going on, done by mouth.
At home, there are still no electricity, but at seven, it returns - for about four minutes. The house it pitch black, and candles are not available. It might be a early night... Then the diesel-generator is brought to live, and charging and cooking are a priority. It is getting a bit hard to add new motives to the diary, as I only get to see a Port au Prince. I comfort myself with: The Dominican Republic will have quite the same nature, and here were only a few specific sights I wanted to see. Port au Prince - again.
20. It is
kind of a great day with power, hot shower,
internet and the maids is coming. I celebrate by doing my laundry, and spend
the rest of the morning on my computer - just to pass time. Only three more
days to be bored here in my private prison...
I have not taken more than two photos today, and the evenings usual work is over way too fast. Not even a slideshow...
21. I've been promised an accompanied exit from my
cell, but I have to wait for my attendant to wake up. Last night, I heard
new protests are planned on Friday at nine, where I hope to fly out at five
in the afternoon. I can't get hold in my flight company, nor reserve another
seat on the internet site.
At ten, we head down-town to the governmental
buildings, big squares and quite some people this Thursday morning. Some
areas on the way look almost posh, others are generally made up in raw
I don't really need to walk these streets, as I get good
pictures from the moving car. Well, I could do without the antenna...
I see some more of the famous landmarks, and then we head out to a
significantly more scrappy area. It seems like the shops have never moved
indoor again, after the last earth shake. It seems like walking around,
making photos, is not an option here. I feel fine only doing bye-shoots
here! The slightly crappy car we drive in, is a perfect
we reach one of my original targets; the Iron Market; Marche de Fer.
It is from 1889, made of iron and the half, that haven burned, half a year ago,
is quite impressive. An area right next to it was flattened by the most
recent earth shake, and form now a huge parking lot.
Inside are everything from everyday use items over voodoo to souvenirs. Some turtles are part of a voodoo ritual along with dolls and bottles of - something. We do several loops around the big hall, and I see a lot of items, I don't want. I find a single little hammered and painter metal palm, then my friends seems to get claustrophobia. From here, they would have shown me the national museum, but I have seen museums enough for a lifetime. Then we could get a closer look at the government buildings, but again, I am ungrateful. But a tour up to a village in the northern hills sound great. Iron Market; Marche de Fer
part of town we passes are defiantly not the better part, and I enjoy having
a local driver for once. Then it opens up, and the roads are kind of sealed
again. We pass the huge brewery, bought by Heineken, and then we are out in
have been built the recent years to house the people who lost their houses
in the hurricanes and earth shakes. First here were tent camps, now concrete
houses are build. Nothing, but the church seems to have been build
People does not have much here, but they seems friendly
enough. However, I do decline an offer to see two dressed-up young women's
home. I find a bread in a bag, and munch on it, as I head on by the dusty
roads. The boys are waiting for me in the car, and we head over to
joint, selling the national course: White rice with chicken and red paprika
sauce. I'm glad I found some bread...
it is back through the little area with fields and then the huge factories,
behind a massive wall. In front of the wall, a market is taking place,
mainly with factory produced everyday items and consumer goods.
22. I get a lift to the airport by a huge de-tour, and it seems like it is going to be another hectic demonstration day in Port au Prince. At the counter, they can't promises me they will fly. At the same time, they are puzzled over I didn't come ten minutes before for the morning flight. Well, if it had showed up on their internet site or they had replied to my e-mails!
I find the only cafe, which I can access until I get my boarding card, and I have to pay US$7 for a cardboard-glass of green tea - which I hate! It is going to be a long day.
The small part of Haiti I did get to see was not as
destroyed as I had feared. However, due to the demonstrations and
roadblocks, I only saw a real small part. I only drown 100 kilometres myself, and
probably not more than 2-300 with my host. I only made 640 photos
That in mind, it was an expensive tour:
I have only experience nice and happy people, and I hope
they will get it sorted out. I have not fare from experienced the nature as
I would have liked to, but I might get a pretty good feeling of it on the
other side of the border, when I reach The