Roughing It

I went back to Haiti. Alone. I touched down in Port-au-Prince little more than a week after rioters choked the streets with burning tires. Eventually, I rode a public bus down a snake-like mountain road to the isolated town of Jeremie—all with a guide who barely spoke English. As a first-world traveler in a third-world…

Epilogue: The Adventurous Life

The next day seemed to speed by like the houses and faces along a Port-au-Prince street. Highlights included eating fresh mangoes, playing hide and seek with Josue's little daughter, Jomelie, helping Kat video-interview John and Josue, and reflecting on the trip in a team debriefing session that night. (I also found out that, 2,000 miles…

A Peculiar Roadblock

By the afternoon of my fifth day in Haiti, I envied motorcyclists. That morning, our team's SUVs bounced along the rutted, blind-corner-filled, un-railed mountain road from Jeremie to Leogane. On the way to Jeremie, this road had given us a flat tire—so how could it be any worse? Now, I laugh at that question. We…