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…

The Road to Jeremie

I'd heard...stories about the road we'd be traveling. Stories of buses careening around corners, jolting passengers as they bounced over rocks and ruts, passing the ominous wreckage of other buses—all accomplished next to steep mountain cliffs with no guardrails. Maxene, IFOSuD's vice president, and Jevonton (pronounced Jev-on-ton), a driver recommended by Guerlot, had picked up…