Traffic in Haiti

I'll never complain about a traffic jam here.  Or if by chance I do, I'll mumble it under my breath.  I like to think of traffic in Haiti like a scene out of Mad Max.  The crazy tricked out tap taps, over weight trucks, bald tires, overheating radiators, vehicles dead and dying on the side of the road like no one ever owned them in the first place.  Rocks used as jacks.  There's definitely no emission testing here.  The smell of diesel fumes hanging in the air.  They choke me out and make me lightheaded.  It's a crazy place here on the road but somehow they all make it to their destination eventually.

People, motorcycles and anything else just weaves around to get ahead or to get across.  People sell food and drinks like they do at ball games.  They will even try to wash your car while you are sitting in traffic...lost cause.

This guy on top is sleeping.  He woke up so we knew he wasn't dead.



This was a UN convoy out of Uruguay on the right. 

They didn't help move the traffic along and we were quite a site for them since we were the only three white chicks for miles and miles 

Traffic lanes are so spacious and there is plenty of room to move.  There was about a foot of space between these two trucks.  Plenty according to Haitian standards.

But alas, they have to push the space issue to the limits.  My hand might have fit between these two trucks that's how close they were.

The police directing traffic actually makes it worse believe it or not.  I could have done a better job with my eyes closed and missing both my arms. 

 

You can start to see how much dust there really is.  It just coats your skin.

You just drive wherever to get to where you need to go

This is how worthless having someone direct traffic is.  Everyone pretty much still goes around and does whatever they want.  For whatever reason, my video is sideways.  Honestly, I didn't take it that way but it won't let me upright it.