Thursday, September 25, 2014

First Impressions

So following my last post I spent four more days in NYC.  I met my mom and my girlfriend Michelle at our hotel in midtown and we spent a lovely couple of days enjoying the city.  The first day we met up with Michelle's wonderful friend Sam and saw Cinderella on Broadway, starring Keke Palmer. It was a great time despite the fact that Ms. Palmer failed to take up our tweeted offer of Steak and Shake after the show... The next day Michelle and I toured around Central Park and I made a fool out of myself on a row boat.  We saw a few other sights, broke into a few places, and overall had a terrific day.  The taxi ride to the airport was heavy as I said my last goodbyes before I sent the ladies on their way back to Michigan. 

After the airport it was off to the Maker Faire to set up our booth.  Maker Faire is a Do It Yourself/Innovator conference that takes place biannually in San Francisco and New York.  I arrived well before the rest of our organization and had some time to explore.  I saw some pretty incredible things.  A 3D printed car was one of the featured products.  Pretty cool to think one day I might be able to download a car.  Finally I met up with the rest of the group and we began to lay out our stuff.  Immediately people recognized the One Laptop Per Child (OLPC) XO's that we had set up. Everyone was really intrigued and enthusiastic about what we were doing with the OLPC hardware, and they gave us nothing but support.

Maker Faire ended and I spent the next two days running around NYC lugging my 10 laptops and Haiti bags with me.  Nick was kind enough to let myself and others crash at his place, he was both a wonderful host and tour guide.  My flight was set to leave at 6am so I cut my final night short and set my alarm for 3:30am.
  
After tossing and turning for a short while I finally fell asleep, when I woke up I was groggy and confused.  I hadn't the slightest idea what time it was, but I didn't hear my alarm yet.  So I walked over to the nightstand where my phone was sitting and hit the home button... 5:03.  Realizing I slept through my alarm, I sprang into action rounding up all my bags. I ran to the nearest intersection and flagged down a taxi. As I sit down I look up at the screen and see that the time is now 5:07. My flight leaves in 53 minutes.  I'm 15 minutes away from the airport.  After managing to hit 3 lights in a row red I began to be overwhelmed with the reality that I might miss my flight.  The driver seemed to be in no hurry and the minutes seemed to be racing by.  Finally he dropped me off, I paid, and ran across the street to check my bag.  Being a flustered sleep deprived mess I waited in line for a bag check with the wrong airline... I finally pulled it together and found where I was supposed to be.  The gentleman checking my bag saw I was in a rush and cruised through the procedure.  He even chased me down when I walked away without my boarding pass.
One benefit to a 6am flight is that nobody wants to be on a 6am flight.  The line for security was short and I blew right through it to my gate D-1.  The closest possible gate to security.  I boarded the plane and let out a sigh of relief at 5:40am. Miraculously I made it and I was on my way to Miami for my connecting flight.

Landed in Miami and had no problem finding my connecting gate.  Upon arrival I was approached by a surfer dude like figure with dreads and a polo.  He looks at me smiles and says "are you Sean?"... Baffled I reply "Yes? Do I know you?"  "I'm Sam, the director of Haiti Communitere." (the place that I'm spending my first 10 days in Haiti).  We chatted for a while about Unleash Kids before we boarded the plane and took our seats.  
I read for most of the flight and before I knew it we were starting our decent.  We touched down and the un-boarding procedure began. 

Walking towards customs we were greeted by a Haitian band playing traditional music.  Customs was a long wait but went off without a hitch.  I proceeded to baggage claim and once again loaded everything up for one last haul.  Now most of you have not been to the airport in Port-au-Prince, so it'll be hard to convey the utter chaos that it is.  Upon leaving baggage claim you are greeted by a flock of taxi drivers who will all tell you that they are there to pick you up.  They will reach for and often times grab your bags and try and lead you to their car.  I explained about 15 times that I had an arranged pick up and that I am calling my driver.  Finally I reached Bourdeau and he took me to his car.  We raced off to Haiti Communitere.  Taxi drivers in New York are crazy, but they do not begin to compare to the taxi drivers in Haiti.  Cutting people off and driving on the wrong side of the road to do so is something that I'm slowly getting used to. We safely reached our destination and my home for the next week or so.  My first day in Haiti was spent inside the compound of Communitere, resting from my long day, and preparing for the day that was ahead of me.  

The next day I met with Jeanide, a younger Haitian woman in probably her mid 20's.  She would be my tour guide for the day.  We walked down to the main road and tried to flag down a taxi to go up the mountain.  After about 10 tries we finally found a willing driver and we loaded into his van.  The vans contain 4 rows of seats and comfortable can fit 12.  18 isn't all that uncommon though.  After hoping from one taxi to another we finally arrived at the Digicell office where I was to receive a SIM card for me to use and later donate to a school for their server.  After some confusion on what plan to use we met with Jeanide’s friend Thompson who is an employee at Digicell.  He was very helpful and even took us to lunch after we finally settled everything

For lunch I was presented with 3 options.  Chicken, beef, or vegetables.  Chicken.  We sat around the table waiting for our food and my attention slowly drifted to the TV in the corner.  It was the equivalent of MTV and they were playing the music video to Wiz Khalifa's "We Dem Boyz", the uncensored version.  I appeared to be the only one phased.

The food arrived and I chowed down, I was then brought the nectar of the gods.  Ji ceri.  Cherry juice.  There are no words precise enough to even begin to hint at how amazing of a creation ji ceri is.  I won’t even attempt to try.

We finished up our meal as someone changed the channel to Planet of the Apes.  Jeanide was very interested and asked me if I had seen it.  I explained the plot to which she replied with a soft giggle.  She then began to watch and did not stop laughing the entire time.  I had no idea that apes destroying San Francisco was so hilarious. 

Thompson paid for lunch for which I expressed my gratitude, and Jeanide and I headed back to base camp.  On our final taxi back we packed into a van of 18 people.  I was sitting across from a younger Haitian man who seemed to love the sound of his own voice.  He looks at me and says “Blan (word to refer to white people)…. (Haitian gibberish that I couldn’t quite understand.)” I told him I don’t speak creole well and he began to address me in English.  “Why don’t you rent a car man? You’re taking up all the room in this taxi.  You’re American, I know you have money.” I laughed and explained I’m a college student working for a non-profit and that I can’t and don’t need to rent my own car.  He then went on some long rant in creole about America and white people.  We finally arrived and I said goodbye to my Haitian heckler.  Jeanide and I walked back to Communitere and had a good laugh about how that guy was full of himself and loved his own voice. 

Finally I was back at my place and free from all the hustle and bustle of the city.  I spent the rest of my day reprogramming laptops and talking to people back home.  All and all my first couple of days have been a great experience.  I’ve truly gotten to see some great sites and I’ve met some people along the way, some were wonderful, and some not so much.  If you actually read all this I’m thoroughly impressed.  I didn’t realize I had so much to say.  Tomorrow I will be teaching music with Jeanide at Croix des Bouquets, and Saturday Fefe and I will teach music at Delmas 28.  Should have a lot to write about and I should have another post by Sunday. 


Hang on,

Sean  

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