bonswa ki soti ayiti

well, after running a little form filling out service on the plane to haiti (seemed to be surrounded by folk who either couldn't see or couldn't read - which is funny, cos they all spoke creole, with a couple with limited, heavily accented english, so it was a pretty hilarious process, with people passing bundles of documents to me up the plane, and me guessing the spelling of 'rues' and towns... there was a lot of mèsi, mèsi going on), i arrived at port au prince international airport without kellyanne's address on me - always a foolish way to try to enter a country... after spending some time in the immigration office (which was pretty hilarious), i was sent out (through immigration and customs, and right out of the airport) to get the address, so that i could go through customs and immigrations... and even when dan (the bloke picking me up with a sign that said 'skids'), got it a little wrong, the fellas in the immigration office (now my good mates), cheerfully worked it out for me and wrote some address in... i spent a lot of time grinning.





these pictures are pretty ordinary - but they happen to be the only ones i've taken since arriving... still a bit shy of taking my camera out - always struggle in places like this... the first shots are of people making beads out of cornflake boxes - i'll write more about this later, and about my first creole lesson, and other stuff later, but now kel and i are going to take a wander up the street for some tucker...