PORT AU PRINCE D +11 D +6 Bonjou (no I have not forgotten the "r", I speak Haitian Creole Ok ... like that, we feel that it is not too complicated;))!
Well, capital does not rhyme at all times with modernity. Since I arrived in Port-au-Prince, I could have only once the internet connection. Result, I write this last message from the lobby of the airport (which is a smoker, it's weird now! It's like being in a box ... Well I guess I've never been there ... Hey Dad and Mom?) and probably will post back in Paris.
J’ai donc terminé cette courte aventure haïtienne par quelques jours à Port-au-Prince. A l’aller, je n’avais vu que la capitale « endormie ». Et les guillemets sont de rigueurs puisque j’avais brièvement vu cette fourmilière chaotique au détour d’un rendez-vous avant d’aller à Jacmel.
Pour terminer en beauté cette parenthèse haïtienne, il faut que je vous parle de la musique. En Haïti, les rythmes zouk et kompa font partie du patrimoine national. A mon grand regret, dans les restaurants ou hôtels où j’étais, je n’ai le droit qu’aux vieux standards (daubes ?) de la chanson française (je Question put myself in places where I went there a few foreign managers think ... we have fun). The guys that do not listen to France and we are glad to let the good taste of abroad. The proof: Frank Michael, Michelle Torr, Frederick Francis, Claude barzotti, the company musical Romeo & Juliet "we made love we were living life day after day night after night, what is it for karaoke ... "etc.. I think this little anthology is sufficient unto itself! And I'll spare you the compilation of the most beautiful Christmas songs sung by Sheila, Johnny, Enrico Macias ... (uh Editor's note: a rat just passed in the hall at any speed ... A woman had the scare of his life ... And everyone is laughing:)) Let us return to our sheep ... or rather our goats French song. So I flushed ears these days with tunes (crappy) who competed Christmas kitsch. You have the right to ask, but I recognized how such international artists and (unfortunately) ambassadors of the French song? Well because I'm even that I dislike (: p) and then because Philip, who has 55 years, knows quite famously this directory! I admit it's showing. It has all the more supported the music quality is poor servers here and you deal the punishment to listen longer.
Beside, the din of Port-au-Prince is almost a relief. If it does not sound that takes a hit, but rather the view. I thought I saw in the few African cities that I know a bunch of agitation and action. Port-au-Prince has nothing to do. It is more: more chaotic, more chaotic, dirtier and more disorganized. Tremor de terre n’est pas anodin à tout cela. Les ruines, les effondrements, les gravats se mélangent aux camps, aux bâches et aux tentes. La pauvreté est dure à voir. On pourrait penser que l’humanité à quitter la ville. C’est oublier la dignité de chaque habitant à faire face à ce qu’ils appellent « le destin » (qu’il soit mystique ou athée). Port-au-Prince ressemble à ces villes brésiliennes (ou à la représentation que je m’en fais puisque je ne les ai pas vues) comme Rio ou Sao Paulo qui s’étendent dans les collines (on dit « mornes » dans les Caraïbes) et sculptent de façon saisissante le paysage.
To complete this tour of the senses, I'll finish with a little levity with an anecdote smell. Mick, a work colleague (yeah the "pretty boy":)) joined us in Haiti. He comes to make an assessment mission of the program already in place. From France, he wanted to please Philip. If the intention was touching, the smell of this has been profound! Neither one nor two, Mike reported a good pie ... I should say a good "calendos" Having the smell! Philip has kindly accepted the poisoned chalice that would soon issue its secrets fermentation! Put in the fridge his room, the room itself conditioned, all conditions were met for delaying the release of the substance, as feared. Did not count on the determination of runny cheese to share with us his strong character. After a short session work in the hotel lobby, the return on the floors was tough. Customers had taken care to perfume the hall with the bomb shit from their room. The smell of pine that can not quite hide the gift deposited (metaphor for Christmas, I applied!). The room stank of Philip. (I am announcing, short passage trash to come). It felt the tourist (or cholera), the fayot rotten, disgusting fart in the amount of synthetic odors were unable to cover. Infection! We almost declared a disaster area in the room. We even asked the question if there was not a dead rat in the room because the smell was taking on the nose. Doudouche (the driver), Mike and I could do more to laugh and joke that poor Philip, determined to spend the night at the peril of his nose! A few glasses of rum meals have tried to alter the direction of Philip. But nothing is done! The pie continues its ineluctable process of fermentation! Not on his character edible ... Good memories are safeguarded, and finally for 3 of us.
Doudouche Philip and I thank them for their attention and availability they have shown me. Hard to say, "I will return soon." I do not know what the result will be made.
Thank you for your faithful reading (and conscientious))
(over 800 visits on the occasion of this decade! Ah Bill Gates name it makes me a bid ... In the Butt Lulu. .. As the fastest time of the Parc des Princes: p)
soon!
LM
