I took several pictures from inside the truck on various trips outside the compound. While most of the group rode in the back of the truck, my old bones preferred the inside of the cab. My granddaughter LOVED riding in the back! We used to be able to do this in the "old days" in the States too.
The stop sign is blurry because we whizzed by it.
Stop signs are only suggestions.
No one really stops.
Vendors peddle between traffic
I went out with the missionaries one evening to get some groceries. I was quite amazed at how clean and well-stocked the store was. I was told that the average Haitian does not shop like this. Do we even have a clue how fortunate we are?