Well last night I met a new face around here.  Mr. Cockroach.   I could see it lurking in the dark, I was peeing with my legs up on the tub only because he was taking temporary shelter.  I was freaking out that I was going to step on it and start screaming.  I probably would have screamed more if I would have stepped on it in my sedated sleep walk to the bathroom.  Unfortunately the light switch is is on outside of the bathroom so I couldn't even try to find the little/big critter.  I took the least amount of steps to my bed.

Then sometime after that I had a dream that a bug went into my ear.   Obviously I don't sleep well here.  I wish there was an app for noise decibels, it's loud here....really loud.  It rained sometime during the night.  This morning the kids had to take the long route to school.  It's a miracle they stay semi clean in their uniforms.  I had mud all over the back of my legs.  We're we're joking about what is actually contained in the mud and puddles.  I just figured everything imaginable.  We tried not to think about it as I stepped in a pile of what I believe was goat poop.  What are the odds?  Good apparently.

As you know I am not a morning person and for clarification, not a morning person.  I have to ease into the day, I don't like to be thrust into it.   I can't eat breakfast within 5 minutes of waking.  My brain is only firing on like two cylinders when I first get up.  Those two cylinders are for walking and getting coffee.  That's all.

I opted not to shower this morning because it was so hot and humid it was ridiculous.  Tonight will be better I'm hoping.  We also worked with a bunch of kids this morning and I had plenty of of exposure to body fluids to last me the rest of the trip.   You can never escape the wrath of pee, poop, spit/ drool, and snot.   Those things are like kryptonite to me.  They can take me down on a moments notice.

I was cracking up yesterday (mother's day),  the nannies figured they didn't have to do much in the way of pretty much anything.  At one point in the day I swear someone had passed out Jim Jones special grape kool aid.   The staff was passed out all over the floors. Literally they were in a 3rd REM state which is something I have not experienced down here.  I was stepping over them like they were human speed bumps.

The view from the front seat of a tap tap

The Eventually we decided to go to the grocery store.  We took the various means of transportation to arrive at Star 2000.  Last time I took watch duty to keep track of our backpacks because you have to check them with  some guy before you go in.  I was excited to go scope out the Haitian grocery store.  If anything I was enjoying the A/C.  I was looking for some new skin are productions since the nasty TSA lady took my stash.  Proper skincare is essential to a youthful glow.  Well that and good genes.  I didn't get anything mostly because I was holding out of anger and I didnt know what half the stuff was.  

Something named "Special" cremas scares me not to mention the stuff  sitting on the bottom of the bottle

After the Rum Chata we decided to find the Haitian equivalent.  We tried guessing the cream and what it was filled with.  I could only imagine.  I told Jamie to ask someone for some liquor recommendations.  One we thought was some creamy liquor with raisins.  But I told her if we didn't ask it could end up being cream liquor with goat poop....it looked the same to me.  We got the stuff with some beans that are used to make chocolate.  It looks kinda gross but I'm always up for anything.

See, even in Haiti you can feel like a Cheesehead

We grabbed a beer for the road which always adds to the looks of two crazy white blancs walking down Delmas with a beer in hand. Honestly, I think they are so dumbfounded by us they are in shock and awe.  I've seen I think one confirmed white person and two unconfirmed white people in a city of millions.  I'm keeping track.

We ate lunch at a new little cafe called Rebo cafe.  It's about as American as you can get.  It's so American, the beer is about $3 as opposed to the typical $1.  The food is good though. And there's A/C and wifi to boot.

Griot sandwich and a beer...yum

And to update the white count, we saw three Mennonite women riding on the top of a truck. I thought that was a crazy ballsy move.  That is a most unlikely scenario down here but if I wouldn't have seen it with my own two eyes.

We caught numerous modes of transportation home.  It was really hot.  I was hanging off the back of the tap tap but I couldn't hang on because the roof was too hot.  Apparently, I looked a little crazy and was sucked into the abyss of the interior of the tap tap.  I got to sit on some guy's lap for the ride and hang on to his computer.  I don't think he minded.  Plus after the few beers I had, I made it fun for everyone on the ride. The final leg of our journey was on the back of a motorcycle.  I thought I took a little video for the fun of it just so you can see the fine roads of Port au Prince.  Makes Illinois roads look like posh living.  Unfortunately, it's only a picture.  I'll have to try again.

I don't know what happens to you when you drink this stuff.

Tomorrow is water therapy with three kids at the hotel that's made out of shipping containers.  I'm looking forward to that.

Fine Haitian Roads