We managed to convince Despagne to go to the tranquil town of Port Salut in SW Haiti because the white people needed some sun, sea and palms for a couple of days…
and a luxury hotel
with a fantastic, soothing view
and homemade cocktails with Haitian rum.
During the week without the other volunteers in Port-au-Prince, I went on a trip to a public folkloric beach with Despagne and the family just outside Jacmel.
A bit messy, but with no less Haitian charm.
Despagne knows people everywhere and had somebody cook us this gorgeous, genuine dish.
… wrote the kids…:
The family left, and I checked in to this lovely little place in central Jacmel.
The quiet, colourful street of Hotel Florita. I met the American slightly raving mad, alcoholic owner and a Canadian guy in a very strong 30 years old crisis “searching for himself”… But the praised Haitian beer Prestige didn’t disappoint.
What remained of the carnival one month earlier and yesterday’s market.
The town is very proud of its art traditions. And the phone company Digicel owns the street signs.
Earthquake reminder with sea view.
(Jørgen Leth lived down there somewhere)
Mwen ale. Bye bye, Jacmel; orevwa, Ayiti.
Next stop: New York.
Il dolce far niente 