Hotel Villa Therese Port-au-Prince

... sais-je vraiment maintenant? Hahaha…

On parle ici avec des expats et des locaux, et le son de cloche qu’on a, en plus de ce que l’on voit, c’est que rien ne marche ici. Le Ministère des Affaires Sociales, le premier qui devrait être interpellé dans un pays pauvre, n’a pas de budget. Le gouvernement n’arrive pas à fonctionner, depuis sa formation il y a 200 ans. La non-confiance envers les élus. Les ...

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Médecins du Monde Canada y travaille depuis des lunes. Ils y ont des programmes en santé, essentiellement : vaccination, malnutrition, santé mère-enfant, VIH-sida. Je suis donc parti un matin avec la coordonatrice, fraîchement arrivée ici pour un an, voir quelques points de service, dans cet antre déshérité, redouté et réputé pour être un des pires bidonvilles des Amériques.

Cité Soleil, à l’origine, devant accommoder travailleurs industriels arrivant ...

... at Parc Jean Boyer the other day. I walked around and around the statue for probably five minutes. I probably confused the hell out of the people standing around. Being white and on the street is attracting enough attention as it is. I didn’t need to be the white guy with a big ass camera until I was ready to take a photo so I got my shots in my head before I got my camera out. As I walked away ...

We awake at O'dark thirty in the morning. I look over to the bunkhouse and I see that someone is up since the oil lamps are on upstairs. I brush my teeth and wash my face and finally get the girls up. I want them to sleep as long as they can. We finally head over to the bunkhouse just before the land rovers pull in. I grab one last banana for breakfast. The big bags have gone ahead the day before, so we have just our carry-ons. The one ...

... quelqu'un qui essaye de couper l'avion en deux :) Très tranquille... Nous sommes arrivés en soirée en Floride (encore vivants!). Comme les vrais Américains, on est allés au resto « fast food ». J'ai mangé un sandwich poulet « Southern Style » (ça veut dire il y a trop de gras ??) On s'est couché vers 23h00. J'ai mal dormi. [Suivant]: le 22 décembre - on va en Haïti!

... to our room. I lay down on the bed and tell Kim to tell me when everyone is done with lunch. Little do I realize that Kim, Ashley, and Megan have stretched out on their beds too. I wake up startled, two hours later, and realize we've all been napping. My first thought is "I hope Dave didn't see us". I tip-toe out, grab a paintbrush and start slapping paint up in the one unpainted bathroom. Hopefully they'll think I ...

The trip to Haiti was very smooth. We were delayed in Miami due to a thunderstorm. This worked to our advantage as we were able to have a nice lunch. There have been many laughs and we already have several catch phrases. Our navigation of the airport was fairly smooth. I was pulled out of line because I did not fill out my form in blue ink. I think this made many people in our ...

... escribir esa carta. LLevo los últimos siete años de mi vida en el extranjero, soñando y viviendo una iglesia que es posible, aunque a veces parezca no estar muy de moda, o aunque muchos piensen que necesita como otra revolución interior. Pero más que mis sueños, he estado colaborando en comunidad por el Reinado de Dios, ese proyecto grandioso que es voluntad de Dios. Cada vez soy más consciente que, como religioso, la direccionalidad y la motivación de ...

... long? Well... these things happen: I have a great missionary spirit, but not a great missionary stomach! Fortunately, or as we say here, MESY BONDYE, after analysis and treatment, I am well at last. ON THE PARISH CLINIC Since some of you have shown interest in knowing more about our dispensaire, I shall write a few words on a great service to our community. Let me start by saying that ours is a parish clinic, and not an "OBLATE CLINIC", nor is it funded ...

The women were emaciated, laying on thin beds amid the stench of too many bodies. Flies swarmed outside in the courtyard, and only a fitful breeze on the upper levels kept them at bay in the women's area. Nuns and workers in dark blue smocks hurried up and down the concrete verandas open to the air, stopping only to peer into large concrete rooms where women in various states of consciousness and festering sores lay. Windows with iron bars were set high up in the burnt-orange ...