400 volunteers and 100 staff left on two charter planes provided by Delta Airlines for Port-Au-Prince, Haiti in the morning. The Carters were on board of the first plane leaving. Delta had specially branded the plane for the cause.
I filled up my volunteer kit water bottle one last time at the airport before boarding. Irrational, but all the news about Cholera made me nervous. Clean water is a precious commodity in Haiti. Symbolically, there is nothing more valuable one could bring. My Haitian inlaws have taught me a lot about water conservation over the years, long before the issue was recognized as a major global challenge for all of humanity, caused by global warming.
On board of the two Delta charter flights president Carter used the opportunity to thank every volunteer in person, shaking our hands. I was impressed by how simple, humble, and amazing the Carters were. We sometimes don’t realize how election campaigns and politically biased media reports can taint our view of a public figure. My image of president Carter completely changed over this trip, he is a true humanitarian. I enjoyed to hear his unfiltered views during our camp site chats in Haiti.
Upon arrival we boarded the buses to our campsite at Christianville driving through 18 miles of devastation. This was my fourth time in Haiti and what was difficult to see before, is now impossible to bear. The scenery reminded me of a post-apocalyptical science fiction movie like the Book of Eli, a country in a severe depression that cannot help itself because of its own pathology. The combination of rubble, garbage, and overflowing sewers seems to have tipped over what the system could handle. Many tent cities are still located around the airport. A lot of displaced Haitians moved to the area of the airport expecting NGOs to be there for help. The tent cities seem to be managed better and appear cleaner than the other rogue settlements we passed by on our way. As we were warned the evening before, I felt overwhelmed by the task at hand.
By the time we arrived in camp I had a splitting headache. Luckily, since some of my tent mates had arrived earlier with the first charter plane, they had already set up the mosquito nets for us. I was so grateful to them. The women in tent 89 would become a wonderful group of friends to me during my stay. I met my tent mate Christine the first evening who saved me with a headache pill. She is of Haitian descent and was determined to get “Sweet Mickey’s” (Haitian president) autograph on Wednesday. Even before the elections he was already very popular in Haiti for his music.
To my great relief the Irish charity Haven who had prepared the camp had build facilities that were much better than just “latrines” and “bucket showers”. The toilets actually flushed! The showers had running water and were so popular, even Tarantulas tried to use them.
The dining tent was air conditioned and we had electricity for fans and even a light bulb in our tent. An internet café was scheduled to open the next day. We even had a wireless network available to receive email on our smart phones and laptops.
Dinner, especially the vegetarian meals, fullfilled all my expectations in regards to Irish food… it was simply “just the way I like it”. After that we were welcomed by the local mayor and Haitian community leaders in the social area. The program proceeded with entertainment by a Haitian dance group meanwhile the bar provided an endless supply of Guinness resulting in what would become a strange Irish – Haitian mixture for our evening experiences.