What happens when you combine chaos and potholes and put them in a centrifuge along with yourself, oh, and add chickens, roosters, goats, and an occasional pig… then hit spin? Oh, not just spin…hyperspin. You have a typical street scene in Port au Prince.
I loved being a part of it. Of course I wasn’t driving the bus. That bus was a renovated Morgan County school bus that was shipped to Haiti to serve a pastor and his churches. You can see it as the background blur in the above picture. It was sitting on the side of the street because a rather large rock was wedged between the back two tires on the driver’s side. It took a while for my friends to hammer it out. I, of course, went across the street to take some shots of the moving traffic. This particular shot I really liked because it shows the movement of the street and it was so typical of Haiti, yet so atypical of America.
This was my first trip to Haiti. I tried to learn some Haitian creole before my trip.
During one particular conversation on the above bus, I was trying to communicate with some locals we were transporting to a church service. We were in the back of the bus being tossed about like the crew of the S.S. Minnow due to the less than immaculate road conditions. I was trying to convey to them in my fluent creole that the ride was not smooth, as if they were not aware of the situation. I kept saying the same phrase over and over hoping to get some sort of acknowledgement. All I received was blank stares.
Later, as I was sitting in the church service, wondering why my exquisite creole did not register with my bus companions, it suddenly hit me. I was telling them, “My name is bumpy”…over and over and over again.
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