Is there a dirtier and more chaotic city than Port-au-Prince? Piles of rubbish everywhere, even in the heart of the main market. People, people everywhere. Crowds, people shouting loudly, vehicles horn ceaselessly, the ever-pervading rotting smell, sticky sweat, beggars everywhere, touts, persistent guides who follow you for a hundred meters proclaiming friendship…Colour, bright colours, exotic, sensual erotica, mysterious voodoo art, loud Caribbean music, statues of glorious heroes, bright colourful flowers in the park, smiling faces, exuberant painted passenger pickups often with motifs of either Jesus or raggae and pop stars (aren't they similar in some ways)…welcome to Haiti! |
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