hello moto.

4 days in and i can already scratch trailblazing on a highspeed moto(cycle) off my list.

a few other agenda items already abolished in haiti:

+ salsa dancing looking like a fool as we pretend to salsa dance
   along with everyone else under the stars one night
+ sweating my body weight
+ plantains!
+ pausing between each creole word i attempt
+ churched for 3 what felt like 5 hours
+ swore allegiance to the national beer of Haiti, Prestige
+ absolutely nothing useful

life is pretty glamorous. a glistening, magical, sweaty pits sort of glamorous, if you can imagine. but really, in our defense, we happened to arrive in this town on a local holiday, requiring that all useful activity come to a complete halt (or in our case, never start...).

we're off to the north (cap-haitien area) on thursday where we will be attending the first water technician training and our first act of worth.

AND another thing. if there is anywhere in the world to escape the wrath of shania twain, it's haiti, right? WRONG. as i was spread out on a hammock reading The Rainy Season, her melodious screech managed to successfully overrun the bar next door and spilith over into the rest of Leogane (our current location). ew.

i'll try to upload photos soon to portray a more accurate picture of life here. it's pretty unbelievable. tent cities clustered everywhere. rubble in place of most buildings. and beautiful smiling people.

bon wet, zamni mwen. good night my friend. until next time --- (don't know that in creole yet...)