After weeks of broken communication and lots of light-hearted misunderstandings it was refreshing to speak with someone that could speak English so precisely and have such insight. I know I was enjoying the bubble of being abroad and living without the constant stream of language, but there comes a time when we long to have some explanation of the way of life here. Some reasoning of the unique behaviour here; a reasoning of the patters and shortcomings of Haiti. Father Desca's friend, and remarkable man and a priest, with a great insight about Haiti, its personalty and problems. He sat with us for about half an hour and I really hope we get chance to talk again.
Meanwhile, Father Desca took us around in his comfy pick-up truck with its formidable traction and air conditioning. We visited Delmas - a great expanse of districts stretching to the airport. Dusty roads, undulating with numerous obstructions and bends in the road. Then onto to Cité Soleil which was our main destination. Father agreed to take us to a school in this extremely impoverished district - an area well-know not least because Mary's Meals do some of their great work here.
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