Getting injured in Haiti part 6 — Leaving on a jet plane
I don’t know what time it was — or more or the point, how close to boarding time it was — but suddenly, the expeditor appeared in the departure lounge and handed me a plastic bag.
Getting injured in Haiti Part 5 — Beasts before humans???
The ER at the hospital in Milot looked rather chaotic inside, but this hospital looked chaotic even from the outside. There was a huge pile of rubble in the parking lot, wheelchairs were strewn about the exterior, and half the compound seemed to be under construction.
Getting injured in Haiti part 4 — Everything Escalates
I’m not proud to admit this, but my first thought was “I already have broken bones. I really don’t want to go get cholera.”
Getting injured in Haiti, Part 3 — The first of the hospitals
I’ve been in hospitals in the ‘developing’ world before, but never as a patient. And even though I’m actually rather accident-prone, I’d never been to an emergency room anywhere, ever. […]
Getting injured in Haiti, Part 2 — The circus begins.
During the time I was lying on the ground, my whole body was in such a state of shock that I couldn’t really feel anything or determine what was hurting. I remember thinking to myself “If I can get my leg out from under the vehicle without any damage, I might be okay.”
Getting injured in Haiti Part 1 — The crash
What happened next didn’t exactly transpire in slow motion, but somehow I was sensing and processing things faster than I could physically react.
How I book-ended Lent: A travel guide
Around much of the Caribbean, the period before Lent is a whole season; indeed in Haiti, the Carnaval season seems to stretch from the New Year right up to Mardi Gras.
Haiti – First Impressions
A few weekends ago on the beach in Jacmel we ate fresh lobster with fried savory plantains and pikliz, an amazing coleslaw type relish with hot peppers and cabbage. We also tried grilled lambi (conch), that reminded me a lot of octopus.
Europe and England after a year away
Upon returning, I was almost overwhelmed by the tobacco clouds. Granted, they were much more pronounced in France and Switzerland, but even in London, I was reacquainted with the sight of antsy bus and train passengers preparing a cig, anxiously tapping their fingers, and positioning themselves to light up the moment they stepped off the bus or train.
Pouvez-vous deviner les significations de ces phrases en créole haïtien?
Quoique ce créole soit influencé beaucoup par le français, ce n’est pas forcement facile pour un francophone à le reconnaître
Of Elephants and Castles 