The village Ravine Seche. It sits in a small valley (ravine) between two sets of hills. I took this picture up where I sometimes walk to get good cell phone reception. A creek runs through town and out to the ocean. A Catholic mission came in several years ago and built new houses for everyone.
Fishing with the locals.
A big catch. These fishermen came in one day with their boat nearly full of sardines.
Repairing a flat tire. I’ve had many flat tires. On this particular day it happened on the side of the highway. Someone stopped and offered to go find a mechanic for me. Later, the “mechanic” showed up with only three tools which he pulled from his pocket as he hopped off a motorcycle taxi: vise grips and two wrenches, each wrench having one side already broken off! But within about 60 seconds he had removed my back tire, and hopped back on the taxi and took off into the sunset to get it repaired. Needless to say, I was impressed.
Another flat. A nail went in and out the side, causing two holes. It was repaired with two patches, naturally.
Food. Various Hatian dishes prepared at my house:
A fish when I’m finished eating it. The locals eat the head too. In fact, with the little fish they eat the whole fish, bones and all, in two bites. One bite for the top part and head and one bite for the bottom part and tail.
Helping Darline buy some things in town.
A fun day for 200 orphans and restaveks (children servants) in the area.
A pretty sunset (with a sailboat out on the ocean).
Nöe and I. My current roommate.
At a local restaurant.
(Written from my cell phone)