Haiti Post #3

Clinic’s been picking up and we’ve been seeing some pretty sick folks. A lot of meds, some minor procedures, and some referrals as needed. That being said, I’ve been keeping busy outside of clinic and wanted to share some highlights.

I climbed two of the mountains in town. The first one was yesterday morning. A group of us were led by several school age kids in flip-flops, hopping their way up the mountain. They picked a point and climbed, regardless of obstacles and grade. The only reasonable person on the mountain was a young girl named Sensa, who went her own route and beat us to the top. This morning, we had an adult lead us up to a higher peak, thinking it would be a more sensible hike. We were wrong. He took us up an even steeper slope, and through his family’s crops at the top of the mountain. The views made up for everything, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that it’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever laid eyes on. Mountains are everywhere and most of them are untouched. The contrast to the popular image of Haiti is dramatic. At the top, one of the farmers was singing a hymn and offering a prayer. It made the moment, until his relative told us he was crazy and brushed him off. It looks like cynicism isn’t just an American trait.


We visited the site of the new clinic being built in Gard Hiram. It’s amazing to see how much has happened a year since the idea was born. 2 exam rooms, a pharmacy, a living quarters, and a bathroom. It’s going to be a major win for the region, and based on the turn out of locals at our visit, they’re just as excited as we are for the clinic to be completed. IMG_2355

My motorcycle driver, Abner, was the same one from last year.Abner spent some time in the Dominican Republic, so we were able to communicate in Spanish and catching up, when he suddenly told me not to be afraid. I told him I wasn’t, but he insisted that the way I was leaning on him and talking told him otherwise. He told me Colten did the same thing, so I shouldn’t feel bad. Sometimes it’s nice to be comforted by your motorcycle driver before he sends you down a big rocky hill without using the brakes.

Overall, clinic has been pretty successful, and we’re having a good time with our Haitian friends. I find myself forgetting that I’m in a foreign country, and just spending time with old friends.

I’m having trouble posting pictures with the internet service here, so I hope my words paint enough of a picture. Thanks for reading and spread the word!


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