Over the years that I’ve been flying back and forth between Port Au Prince and Jacmel I’ve wondered about the people who live in those far-flung villages in the valleys and mountains below that make me think of Peru. There are no roads just trails leading to the houses that are clearly not accessible by vehicle. I’ve wondered about medical care and how they handle emergencies and education and food. I’ve wondered if the innocence I sense in Ridoré exists in these far-flung villages; I wonder what it will be like when I get there.
Heading toward Port Au Prince
Port Au Prince