Access to internet here at Kay D’Esperans (House of Hope) Guest House has been spotty these last few days and for whatever reason, none of my photos (always worth more than 1,000 words) have gotten through. So, may these words spark visual imagination for the moment.
It’s 5:30AM Thursday. I’m in the guest house kitchen boiling a couple of eggs and making toast in prep for a 6AM departure to Pierre Payen near St. Marc to visit Clean Water for Haiti and to meet its director, Chris Rollings). We’re 90 minutes south of PAP. A 3 hour hour drive may not sound like much but traffic in/around PAP starts jamming up around 6:30. Also, US State Dept is cautioning its citizens to be aware of demonstrations in the city and to exercise appropriate caution. My advisors are not concerned that we will be close to any of these demonstrations on our way to Pierre Payen (about 90 minutes north of PAP on the coast; we’re 90 minutes south of PAP in the mountains).
Clean Water for Haiti make bio-sand filters and employ local men to construct the cement filters. Layers of sand and charcoal effectively filter out water-borne diseases (wbd). There is one here at the guest house and since we are all safely drinking it, I am convinced of its safety. Water=Life is committed to exploring all cost-effective and safe filtrations systems in addition to the Sawyer SP180 portable filter we are distributing this week. Our 3 advisors, Marie Estelle, Jimmy and Wadson, Reginald our terrific driver and a young friend are excited about visiting the agency, too.
The other travelers are starting to rouse into the morning. The kitchen staff have arrived to begin, yet again, their loving hospitality to guests. The roosters are shouting their stretch. The devout of the Church of God in Christ (right next to the guest house) are speaking in tongues, clapping and singing morning praise songs. I enjoyed the few minutes of quiet a few minutes that have disappeared like this morning’s fog with the rising sun. And I am so grateful for the joy these mornings sounds provoke in me. Another day dawns here in Thomassin and throughout the country: sounds of joy, sounds of strife and anger.
More about events of earlier this week. The advisors are her, Reginald is honking the truck horn.