Said goodbye to Bonnie early yesterday morning, which left me with no companions to accompany me through Port-au-Prince. After a quick breakfast, I headed down the mountain towards the US Embassy. I went into the Daily Cafe for water and Coke, then followed my directions to the Tabarre School, which was quite nearby.

There I met Gladys, who was very welcoming and gracious. She introduced me to the Bishop and I demonstrated the laptop and Etoys. I’ve become so accustomed to my demonstrations that I fear I’m being too automatic, though from people’s responses, this doesn’t seem to be the case. Gladys spoke briefly about Wilson Jeudy’s presidential campaign, of which she is the campaign manager.

We then toured the school and showed the laptop to the 4th/5th grade class. This school seems quite well behaved in an engaged and friendly way. As usual, the children simply loved the laptop and could not wait to play with it themselves.

After lunch at the Daily Cafe, I made my way along Rue Tabarre towards my next stop. Traffic was at a standstill, so I tried a “yellow (aka paved) route” on Google maps, to find that it was anything but. It did take me through the middle of some very large tent camps. After nearly two weeks here, I’m sad to say that very little surprises me anymore. The harshness I drive through every day seems to blur. As I write this, I realize I didn’t even try to take a photo of these camps, as I have so many more. Truly the one thing missing from the photos is the scope … just how many people are living in these temporary havens.

Eventually I reached Sineas, the camp city I was visiting. Sara and Darma (both from an organization called AMURT) introduced me to the school’s teachers and administrators. Their approach seemed quite well thought out, with an emphasis on organic sustainability such as composting toilets and hydroponic gardens. The children and school were impressive to see.

I then drove with Sara to their other school (Amsai), this time in a physical structure that was damaged by the earthquake. The teachers and students at this school were likewise impressive. I watched dance, art, and karate classes. There was an air about the place I can only describe as “freedom” .. a great place for a pilot.

Four of the teachers joined me on my drive back up to Petionville. I four-wheeled up the mountain and talked with Merline and her children (John was away on business) and easily, easily, fell asleep.

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