So where to start? Already a lot in just a few hours ...
I arrived yesterday around 14h local time, 20 hours in France. Nearly 10 hours of flight, during which two of my neighbors have seen fit to discuss everything goes without discretion is an attitude shared. I'll have to tell them to "lower the volume," I thought it was a good way to test my patience and my ability to relativize. And I think I did well ...
The airport in Port-au-Prince resembles a small airport decommissioned French province. The passage of customs is mixed: no visa or form complicated cons ... By no stamp in the passport. I wanted to expand the footprints of the world! I pick up my luggage rapidos then I found out of the airport Philippe (the expat. Planète Urgence on this site) and Doudouche (The driver). First good contacts! There is really no time to lose as soon as the plane descended, the first appointment we expect to "Entrepreneurs of the World. It is a small association. French presence in Haiti before the earthquake. This meeting is an opportunity to know themselves better and discover the future prospects for collaboration. Our partners are very nice. The debate will resume next Wednesday. We must not delay to take the road to Jacmel as night falls quickly, around 17h.
For those who do not know, I am in Haiti to develop projects similar to those I'm in Mali. Projects support the model of the Solidarity holiday destination for local people. This will mainly capacity building through training of adults and perhaps more occasionally educational support to children.
The long road to Jacmel. Not so much that the city be removed, but the mountains lengthen the travel time. Jacmel is on the other side of the mountains and hills that form the peninsula south of the country. In addition, we face the night on the end of the journey which Doudouche forced to be more vigilant and to slow down.
After more than 2 hours of winding roads and first trade more personal between the three of us, Philippe makes me discover where he lives, street trade in Jacmel. It's a nice apartment, everything in space and magnitude (of converted industrial lofts). The apartment is located in a small alley which allows filtering on the noise of the city. He is 22h 22h and here I am standing. I do not make me beg to sleep after a good shower in his melodious fan.
This Tuesday is devoted to the road to Camp Perrin, at 5:30 in the south (west) of Jacmel. We must make the acquaintance of associations that Philip already knows and from which projects could be possible. We leave around 10am after Philip has accused his landlord that there was probably a dead rat in the roof of the apartment. The smell and some maggots falling from the ceiling with little room for doubt! This little contretemps is then decorated with several mechanical problems: a tire deflates, the brakes do not brake enough, then who keep more than halt after the descent of the mountain. We will have close to 4 hours to do half the route. Nearly double. I told you that these noisy neighbors on the plane had strengthened my patience. I am completely zen. The banana we identify accomplices of the Sea gives terribly want to swim. Yeah, it's over 30 degrees! Now a question to waive (to the sea!) For lunch before joining Camp Perrin. We do not know what will be done this afternoon. Well we took!
After a chicken rice with peas and little paper beer to the sound of "comparable" - mix of zouk and glued (very)-tight - one starts with three aboard our 4x4. Time to 400 meters and fall on a truck across the road. He has not returned. It has a "rubber" (= tire) flat. What is curious is that a second truck next to a known exactly the same misfortune. We are caught in a mini-plug is a carnival motorcycle and car exhausts. We are waiting ... and we learn that these two punctures have nothing hazardous. The tires have been visited by a beautiful blade. Indeed, a few yards further out of Miragoane, political opponents are protesting against the appointment of polling officials to the cause of Jude Celestin. Jude is the nephew of the current President, Preval. For many Haitians, is the continuity in mediocrity. The next presidential those 28 November and 16 January are linked to legislative elections partielles pour lesquelles des dizaines de candidats se battent. Pour remporter une élection en Haïti, il y a certe la corruption, mais il y a aussi l’occupation… Occuper l’espace, placarder et rendre visibles les affiches d’un candidat et d’un parti. Je ne peux pas imaginer que tous les candidats aient les mêmes moyens. On voit beaucoup de jaune et de vert, les couleurs d’ « Inite », le parti au pouvoir.
Et bien ces opposants qui ne veulent pas se voir imposer les vérificateurs d’un parti protestent. Des arrestations ont lieu avec jugement immédiat par un tribunal semble-t-il. La police cherche les fauteurs de troubles. La population assiste à distance au blocage de la Started with a second truck, a kilometer away, across the road. No luck, we are between two trucks in the middle of the road. They prevent access to the city and its output. Bad luck for us. We wait nearly 4 hours and finally we make between these two dams with an association that we know. Since the recessed area where the association is we can get back on the tarmac beyond dams. Here are the first tremors that herald the first round of elections on November 28. However, we are forced to retrace our steps. If the road to Jacmel is released, the road remains blocked for Camp Perrin. Je ne verrai pas Camp Perrin de mon séjour, l’agenda ne le permet pas. Le rapport de force s’installe entre la population et quelques candidats peu scrupuleux à agiter le désordre afin qu’il profite politiquement.
De retour à Jacmel, je bois mon premier verre de Barbancourt après le dîner. Pas trop sinon je vais être… un peu cuit ☺ Ces prochains jours se feront à Jacmel et ses alentours où nous avons déjà des projets de développement.
A bientôt !
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