Act I

On our first night in Haiti, Saturday, we went for a walk to the top of a nearby hill. 

Here are some of the sights we saw.

Young men playing soccer in an empty lot. 

Well, this is what everyone else saw as we walked, I guess. 

The horse was an unusual sight. Dirt paths cross empty lots quite often, short cuts for the masses. 

 Not quite sure what this random treble clef was doing, painted on the side of the road.

Gates and doors in concrete walls. Everything is concrete and iron, as the country is fairly devoid of forests.

Cows are everywhere, in vacant lots, fields, back yards, tethered on the side of the road, munching on whatever vegetation they can find.  

We often meet heavy equipment on this road, as it passes a quarry. 

The ubiquitous concrete balustrades. 

This goat was leading her owner. Goats are everywhere too. 

The quarry. On another walk, later in the week, there was a woman bathing nude at the pool that lies at the base of the cliff. A strange thing to do, I thought, in a country where sexual predation is common. 

On top of the hill, which was a steep climb and left us rather breathless, is an open-air church. The view is breathtaking, but by the time we got there the light was dim. This little lizard was caught by my flash. They wave their tails back and forth like a dog. 

What can I say? 

We skedaddled home shortly, trying to beat the dark. 

And were treated to our first meal of rice and beans. 

The first of many.