Mission accomplished and great job by all as Rubbling at Desiree was completed two days ahead of original estimates. This was accomplished under the wonderful leadership of Weston and a solid hard working team whose nucleaus was Westin, Sam, Flynn, and Jerry.
“So what?” some might say, “so what...it is one house. Hundreds of thousands of buildings were destroyed and you cleared the rubble from one relatively small house. Big deal.”
And you know what? They would be right.
Oh sure, the strict pragmatist would likely note that physically we moved tons of rubble. That for about six days crews of about 12 people moved wheel barrels of cement at a rate of about a wheel barrel a minute for six hours a day. That each barrel load had between 23-30 shovels of debris (Sam-who undoubtedly made the most trips to and from the pile was on the high end of the range). Or that in the end we left a pile of rubble that was 84 feet long and 8 feet high at its peak. Based on these estimates we probably moved somewhere in the vicinity of 160 tons of rubble to the street and pushed several additional tons aside. Which is alot but the family now has a lot, and not a pile of debris on their lot.
But who cares? There are 280,000+ buildings you did one. It is like killing mosquitoes by hand. You work and work to solve one problem mosquito and there are thousands of others out there. But that does not stop anyone from killing the mosquito that is about to bite him/her.
I can tell you who cares that this job was accomplished: Wesley and his family care. They were so happy that they could barely speak when we finished clearing the slab and after Jerry and I gave them two tents to start them on their road to recovery. They cared so much that they (who had lost everything and could not afford shoes, invited the whole team to eat with them.
Of course we said no. We could not possibly take their food, but after many requests we yeilded only to have our ride arrive and we had to get to another job. This was when Wesley immediately insisted on bringing it to the base after we were done. And sure enough about 3 hours later he arrived with food for us all.
In the big picture we finished one lot today, but to Welsey and his mom, we finished the most important lot, their lot. And they can not start their comeback!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Fast update from last night
Written night of Friday May 21, 2010
Short update
Short update
- Second highlight of the day today (the first being the trip to the two schools mentioned in the last blog post) was a story retold by Larry who was working on building a school. Classes are currently being taught in a tent right next to the new building. As Larry stopped to take a picture on his hi-tech disposable camera, one little girl was peaking through the fence. He asked her is that was going to be her new school. She responded very loudly, “YES THAT IS MY SCHOOL”. It made me smile.
- Our team made much progress on rubbling today.
- Of our group, Jerry and I are going back to the rubbling team and Larry is again building a new school. Carrie is gardening on the HODR site and playing with kids on site.
- The nightly meetings get long when there are so many volunteers. Today my phone went off. Given that only two people know the number I was really surprised and slightly embarrassed. Jerry knows the number and he was sitting next to me, and Wesley who bought the SIM card (but not yet the one needed for international?) and has been working with us clearing his house. He was calling to apologize that he had missed the afternoon's work and to share that his band (pre earthquake he was a college student and was paid occasionally to perform at local clubs). Partially at Kate's urging, the group had cut a new CD which he wants us to listen to.
- Thought we had the phone thing figured out, but not yet. (see above)
- Really bored at night. And night comes early here...gets dark at about 6:40...
- Very much untired. The combo of extra sleep and poor workouts have definitely countered the work and heat.
- Looking forward to a smoothie. I love beans and rice and probably not all that bad for you (could be worse). We often have salads but I am afraid to eat them.
- On our rubble crew today: a doctor to be from Texas, a chemistry professor (Jerry), a MBA (Carrie), a management grad from Texas A&M who just got admitted for an MBA at American University, two UNC students, a graduate from University of Florida, a history major from AZ, someone from South Africa, England, and Australia, oh and a FinanceProfessor.
- There should be signs everywhere in Haiti saying “It's the Economy Stupid” Jobs are the biggest need by several orders of magnitude. Without them, even if somehow all of the rubble somehow magically disappeared tomorrow, the majority of the people could still not afford to rebuild.
- Rained really hard tonight with more expected in the next few days.
Update: rain stopped sometime after midnight. Felt almost cool sleeping.
Longer run this AM. Running is not good here by any stretch. That said, today was the first day I had seen any other runners (besides Carrie). 4 or 5 Haitians ran by the camp.
These are the times that try one's soul
These are the times that try one's souls.
Thomas Paine wrote those words at the nadir of the American Revolution when hope was almost lost. I do not know who the Thomas Paine is of Haiti, but I do think he would write that “these are the days that tried our souls, and we passed that test.”
I can not explain how bad it is here. And please understand that nothing I write is meant to make light of the suffering that people in the Gulf Coast went through, but only to try to give some perspective how challenging life is here.
Try to imagine life after Katrina with hundreds of thousands of homes destroyed, infrastructure demolished, and many businesses forever put out of business with accompanying job losses and financial hardships. Once you get a mental picture of how bad that was, raise it to the tenth power and you have post Earthquake Haiti.
After Katrina it was horrible that people had to live in FEMA trailers; here the lucky ones have tents. After Katrina there were debris piles in the streets; here almost everyone burns their garbage in front of their tents. After Katrina it was months before some areas had electric; here there is no central electric in most cities and almost no one has a generator. After Katrina people had to use port-o-potties, here many go in the streets. After Katrina it was hot and many people had no air conditioning; here it is even hotter and people do not have refrigerators, fans, or running water. Add to that an unemployment rate which by some estimates is as high as seventy percent, and you have conditions that really can not be all that much worse.
So the Haitian people have every reason to be down and miserable. But you know what? They are not. They are upbeat and resilient.
Today's best example is from when Wesley (whose family house is where we have been rubbling) took Carrie, Jerry, and I to his former school to donate some pencils, crayons, and soccer balls. The school building was destroyed and classes are being held in open sided tents with a board at one end.
In the midst of a rudimentary English class, math lessons , and repeated reminders on the importance of education, pure and utter pandemonium broke out during recess as we ran, chanted, and Carrie led them in the Chicken Dance. I doubt I have ever seen so many kids laughing and jumping and high-fiving (ok, really pretty low-fiving as most were pretty small). If you had seen them you never would have guessed that their country is in ruins, their families economically ruined, and that many of them lost family members.
Yes, these are the times that try people's souls, and yes Haitians have passed that test.
Thomas Paine wrote those words at the nadir of the American Revolution when hope was almost lost. I do not know who the Thomas Paine is of Haiti, but I do think he would write that “these are the days that tried our souls, and we passed that test.”
I can not explain how bad it is here. And please understand that nothing I write is meant to make light of the suffering that people in the Gulf Coast went through, but only to try to give some perspective how challenging life is here.
Try to imagine life after Katrina with hundreds of thousands of homes destroyed, infrastructure demolished, and many businesses forever put out of business with accompanying job losses and financial hardships. Once you get a mental picture of how bad that was, raise it to the tenth power and you have post Earthquake Haiti.
After Katrina it was horrible that people had to live in FEMA trailers; here the lucky ones have tents. After Katrina there were debris piles in the streets; here almost everyone burns their garbage in front of their tents. After Katrina it was months before some areas had electric; here there is no central electric in most cities and almost no one has a generator. After Katrina people had to use port-o-potties, here many go in the streets. After Katrina it was hot and many people had no air conditioning; here it is even hotter and people do not have refrigerators, fans, or running water. Add to that an unemployment rate which by some estimates is as high as seventy percent, and you have conditions that really can not be all that much worse.
So the Haitian people have every reason to be down and miserable. But you know what? They are not. They are upbeat and resilient.
Today's best example is from when Wesley (whose family house is where we have been rubbling) took Carrie, Jerry, and I to his former school to donate some pencils, crayons, and soccer balls. The school building was destroyed and classes are being held in open sided tents with a board at one end.
In the midst of a rudimentary English class, math lessons , and repeated reminders on the importance of education, pure and utter pandemonium broke out during recess as we ran, chanted, and Carrie led them in the Chicken Dance. I doubt I have ever seen so many kids laughing and jumping and high-fiving (ok, really pretty low-fiving as most were pretty small). If you had seen them you never would have guessed that their country is in ruins, their families economically ruined, and that many of them lost family members.
Yes, these are the times that try people's souls, and yes Haitians have passed that test.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Back streets of Leogone
Recap:
Good day. Jerry and I went back to the same rubble site we were at yesterday while Carrie went to a different rubble site and Larry helped rebuild a school. All are good.
I have a small cut on the back of right leg were the pedal hit me when I layed the bike down today. It bled alot more than it hurt, but given the filthy conditions I really over cared for it. the rest of the group, other than Carrie's sunburn are tired but fine.
While I could write a while on the work, in all honesty, there is only so much you can say about breaking up large chunks of cement into smaller chunks which are then loaded into a wheel barrel and hauled about 65 yards and dumped into a pile. And yes the careful reader will note that 65 yards is 5 yards closer to the house than yesterday, which is a sign of progress.
So short version of work. It was REALLY hot in the AM. We were working flat out and would be taking water breaks every 20 minutes or so. We made great progress at our site (Ruble Desiree) but to anyone else on the street would say there is a VERY long ways to go. But baby steps.
Lunch time...Lunches are much longer due to the heat. They typically last about 2 hours. Today instead of eating Jerry and I got a tour of the city as we tried to buy Wesley new work boots and a SIM chip for our phones. It will no doubt be one of the most memorable times of the entire trip.
It started when the three of us were dropped off downtown and ran into an entire elementary class walking down the street accompanied by their teacher. After many "hey-yous" and high fives, I talked to the teacher and mentioned we had some soccer balls to donate if they would like. He loved the idea and invited us to come to his class tomorrow. So our rubble day will include a hour break to go speak with the class. Ironically, as we were not very close to his house, Wesley had had the same teacher when in elementary school and he will accompany us (and line up either a tap-tap (a taxi that is a pickup truck with everyone in the back, or a taxi (which is a motorcycle), act as translator, etc). I am really looking forward to it.
After leaving the teacher we went to track down a SIM card with very limited success, but we are getting closer. By the time we leave Haiti I am very confident Jerry, Larry, and I will have a phone that will work.
Then we went to the "market" looking for his boots. I was almost speechless (no small feat for me!). It was dirty with hundreds upon hundreds of small vendors selling their wares sometimes on a table, but very often laid out a blanket spread on the ground feet from mud, animal droppings, rotting food, and who knows what else.
We went to each of the maybe 10 shoe "stores" and I am convinced that the majority were selling donated shoes. We struck out on actual boots but at least got him a decent pair of heavy hiking shoes. (better not perfect...and still working on the boots--size 9 if anyone wants to donate to him).
We then took the back way to camp to try and catch lunch. Sad. Went by house after house that was collapsed on to itself with people living in tents in fields shared with goats, chicken, and an occasional cow. The people were all very nice with many smiles accompanied with "Hey you" from the children and "Bon Jour" from the adults. This as the temperature hovered near 100 degrees with a hot sun hanging seemingly directly overhead.
When we made it back to camp, lunch was done and no food left (we've run out for each of the first two lunches so I guess I better get to lunch sooner!) We then went to the famous street vendor (well famous in HODR circles) who goes by either the Egg Lady or Sandwich Lady depending on who you ask. Jerry and Wesley had a egg sandwich (think eggs, with spices, hot sauce, and even ketchup on a sub roll). I got back to camp and had a Zone Bar. So not exactly (or eggactly?) a filling meal.
When we got back to the work site we we met with a passing rain shower that was truly delightful and we all enjoyed immensely as it temporarily dropped temperatures and allowed us to work for about 45 minutes hard without a break.
***work details left out for time***
After work I went biking. This time I went in the opposite direction of yesterday. Fun as all the kids yell "hey you" as you ride by. Not the best workout however as WAY too crowded, WAY too bad of road.
On the way back as I was returning the calls of "hey you", I turned back to yell, and the next thing I knew I hit a ditch in the middle of the road and went over on my side. Nothing serious but the cut on my calf bled quite a bit. It should also be noted that as soon as I went down, I had about 15 Haitians come running to me aid. Very nice.
*Tonight there was a HODR talent show at Joe's a Local bar. I did not go as I have no talents, was sure there would be smokers, and just did not have time. It sounds (the bar is right next door) like they are having a good time AND with everyone over there the internet is a bit faster. So a WIN-WIN!
* not tired, but very hungry. going to try and find something before lights out.
more tomorrow...
Good day. Jerry and I went back to the same rubble site we were at yesterday while Carrie went to a different rubble site and Larry helped rebuild a school. All are good.
I have a small cut on the back of right leg were the pedal hit me when I layed the bike down today. It bled alot more than it hurt, but given the filthy conditions I really over cared for it. the rest of the group, other than Carrie's sunburn are tired but fine.
While I could write a while on the work, in all honesty, there is only so much you can say about breaking up large chunks of cement into smaller chunks which are then loaded into a wheel barrel and hauled about 65 yards and dumped into a pile. And yes the careful reader will note that 65 yards is 5 yards closer to the house than yesterday, which is a sign of progress.
So short version of work. It was REALLY hot in the AM. We were working flat out and would be taking water breaks every 20 minutes or so. We made great progress at our site (Ruble Desiree) but to anyone else on the street would say there is a VERY long ways to go. But baby steps.
Lunch time...Lunches are much longer due to the heat. They typically last about 2 hours. Today instead of eating Jerry and I got a tour of the city as we tried to buy Wesley new work boots and a SIM chip for our phones. It will no doubt be one of the most memorable times of the entire trip.
It started when the three of us were dropped off downtown and ran into an entire elementary class walking down the street accompanied by their teacher. After many "hey-yous" and high fives, I talked to the teacher and mentioned we had some soccer balls to donate if they would like. He loved the idea and invited us to come to his class tomorrow. So our rubble day will include a hour break to go speak with the class. Ironically, as we were not very close to his house, Wesley had had the same teacher when in elementary school and he will accompany us (and line up either a tap-tap (a taxi that is a pickup truck with everyone in the back, or a taxi (which is a motorcycle), act as translator, etc). I am really looking forward to it.
After leaving the teacher we went to track down a SIM card with very limited success, but we are getting closer. By the time we leave Haiti I am very confident Jerry, Larry, and I will have a phone that will work.
Then we went to the "market" looking for his boots. I was almost speechless (no small feat for me!). It was dirty with hundreds upon hundreds of small vendors selling their wares sometimes on a table, but very often laid out a blanket spread on the ground feet from mud, animal droppings, rotting food, and who knows what else.
We went to each of the maybe 10 shoe "stores" and I am convinced that the majority were selling donated shoes. We struck out on actual boots but at least got him a decent pair of heavy hiking shoes. (better not perfect...and still working on the boots--size 9 if anyone wants to donate to him).
We then took the back way to camp to try and catch lunch. Sad. Went by house after house that was collapsed on to itself with people living in tents in fields shared with goats, chicken, and an occasional cow. The people were all very nice with many smiles accompanied with "Hey you" from the children and "Bon Jour" from the adults. This as the temperature hovered near 100 degrees with a hot sun hanging seemingly directly overhead.
When we made it back to camp, lunch was done and no food left (we've run out for each of the first two lunches so I guess I better get to lunch sooner!) We then went to the famous street vendor (well famous in HODR circles) who goes by either the Egg Lady or Sandwich Lady depending on who you ask. Jerry and Wesley had a egg sandwich (think eggs, with spices, hot sauce, and even ketchup on a sub roll). I got back to camp and had a Zone Bar. So not exactly (or eggactly?) a filling meal.
When we got back to the work site we we met with a passing rain shower that was truly delightful and we all enjoyed immensely as it temporarily dropped temperatures and allowed us to work for about 45 minutes hard without a break.
***work details left out for time***
After work I went biking. This time I went in the opposite direction of yesterday. Fun as all the kids yell "hey you" as you ride by. Not the best workout however as WAY too crowded, WAY too bad of road.
On the way back as I was returning the calls of "hey you", I turned back to yell, and the next thing I knew I hit a ditch in the middle of the road and went over on my side. Nothing serious but the cut on my calf bled quite a bit. It should also be noted that as soon as I went down, I had about 15 Haitians come running to me aid. Very nice.
*Tonight there was a HODR talent show at Joe's a Local bar. I did not go as I have no talents, was sure there would be smokers, and just did not have time. It sounds (the bar is right next door) like they are having a good time AND with everyone over there the internet is a bit faster. So a WIN-WIN!
* not tired, but very hungry. going to try and find something before lights out.
more tomorrow...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Leogane with HODR
* Made it to Haiti with no problems at all. Leaving the airport a couple of people wanted to help haul our bags etc, but very orderly and a very strong police presence....was really excited to be met by David Driscoll at Airport. He is volunteering with HODR for a week after many weeks in Port au Prince at the University Miami Hospital.
* After leaving the airport the trip got MUCH more interesting. Two drivers were needed to pick up Carrie, Larry, Jerry and I plus David and Caitlyn (a volunteer who arrived on the same plane as us. She is from Columbus Ohio). Jerry, David, and Larry went in one and the other three of us went in the second car. The two cars separated and agreed we'd see each other again at camp in less than two hours.
We got a fast tour of the Port au Prince. I really do not know how to describe it. The damage is clearly EVERYWHERE. From the palace to homes in the slums. So many homes and buildings were destroyed that the exact number will never be known (estimate is about 280,000 but there is little doubt this number is at loose estimate at best. )
That said, what we saw was much deeper than the earthquake. It was a people of great strength, but homed in a country with severe (and I can not stress severe strongly enough) economic troubles. Mile after mile of people living in tents at best and in conditions that are almost beyond the grasp of a resident of almost anywhere in the developed world in 2010: no running water, no electricity, no plumbing, and roads that can only be generously called in horrific condition.
While the amount of damage varied a little from neighborhood , what seemingly was always the same were the poor living conditions.
That said, it was almost as if the people did not care. While our car winded through the hills of West Port-au-Prince, we stopped twice for small parades in honor of Flag Day (a national Holiday that Hatians treat much more seriously than the same holiday in the US).
Then we hit beach traffic. As part of the national Holiday and incredible heat, beach going seems to be a popular thing to do on May 18th. As the day wore on, more and more people were coming back and the already bad roads were clogged to gridlock, about 20 miles of gridlock! A drive that google optimistically estimates to take about 40 minutes, took us (in the second car) seven (yes 7) hours!!! It was quite an experience. Seeing so many people walking,biking, motorcycling, and just sitting in cars. We definitely saw a side of Haiti that few get to see. (and all learned that " Alli Alli Alli" means Go GO GO.
Needless to say the others (at camp long ago--there drive took two hours), got worried. But we had no cell phones. After about 6 hours, the driver got a call from HODR making sure we were ok. And we were. I think we all fell asleep (bets are the driver too, but no one is saying) and lost about 10 pounds of water through perspiration and breathed enough CO and sulphur to last the rest of our lives, but we all arrived safe and sound at about 10:10.
Which is 10 minutes after curfew so no lights, no food, etc. Which made setting up a mosquito net on the top bunk all the more of a challenge. Needless to say sleep came easy.
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Today Jerry and I cleaned around the base (w/ Erica) while Carrie and Larry went to a rubble clean up crew. The camp is kept pretty clean for over 100 volunteers. But another lesson learned: do not clean the camp after Flag Day (which was a day off for HODR as well).
Then in the Afternoon we joined the rubble crew. It was pretty hard and not nearly as fun as gutting. Mainly because we had to haul the debris about 70 yards down the road. That said everyone worked really hard under Jim (with Hair)'s (NOT ME) leadership.
Really enjoyed working with some local volunteers as well. Amazing stories and good to learn about Haiti. Wesley was one such volunteer (and about the first person I met who could carry on a full conversation in English!). He was out working in sandals. So at lunch tomorrow we are going to buy him new boots (size 9 if you were wondering).
I hate to single out any volunteer, but I do think Larry deserves special mention. On a day in the high 90s with a rumored heat index of over 110, Larry (a retired accounting professor from SBU) matched us all sledge hammer swing for sledge hammer swing. Really a remarkable performance.
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Short takes:
More tomorrow
The
* After leaving the airport the trip got MUCH more interesting. Two drivers were needed to pick up Carrie, Larry, Jerry and I plus David and Caitlyn (a volunteer who arrived on the same plane as us. She is from Columbus Ohio). Jerry, David, and Larry went in one and the other three of us went in the second car. The two cars separated and agreed we'd see each other again at camp in less than two hours.
We got a fast tour of the Port au Prince. I really do not know how to describe it. The damage is clearly EVERYWHERE. From the palace to homes in the slums. So many homes and buildings were destroyed that the exact number will never be known (estimate is about 280,000 but there is little doubt this number is at loose estimate at best. )
That said, what we saw was much deeper than the earthquake. It was a people of great strength, but homed in a country with severe (and I can not stress severe strongly enough) economic troubles. Mile after mile of people living in tents at best and in conditions that are almost beyond the grasp of a resident of almost anywhere in the developed world in 2010: no running water, no electricity, no plumbing, and roads that can only be generously called in horrific condition.
While the amount of damage varied a little from neighborhood , what seemingly was always the same were the poor living conditions.
That said, it was almost as if the people did not care. While our car winded through the hills of West Port-au-Prince, we stopped twice for small parades in honor of Flag Day (a national Holiday that Hatians treat much more seriously than the same holiday in the US).
Then we hit beach traffic. As part of the national Holiday and incredible heat, beach going seems to be a popular thing to do on May 18th. As the day wore on, more and more people were coming back and the already bad roads were clogged to gridlock, about 20 miles of gridlock! A drive that google optimistically estimates to take about 40 minutes, took us (in the second car) seven (yes 7) hours!!! It was quite an experience. Seeing so many people walking,biking, motorcycling, and just sitting in cars. We definitely saw a side of Haiti that few get to see. (and all learned that " Alli Alli Alli" means Go GO GO.
Needless to say the others (at camp long ago--there drive took two hours), got worried. But we had no cell phones. After about 6 hours, the driver got a call from HODR making sure we were ok. And we were. I think we all fell asleep (bets are the driver too, but no one is saying) and lost about 10 pounds of water through perspiration and breathed enough CO and sulphur to last the rest of our lives, but we all arrived safe and sound at about 10:10.
Which is 10 minutes after curfew so no lights, no food, etc. Which made setting up a mosquito net on the top bunk all the more of a challenge. Needless to say sleep came easy.
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Today Jerry and I cleaned around the base (w/ Erica) while Carrie and Larry went to a rubble clean up crew. The camp is kept pretty clean for over 100 volunteers. But another lesson learned: do not clean the camp after Flag Day (which was a day off for HODR as well).
Then in the Afternoon we joined the rubble crew. It was pretty hard and not nearly as fun as gutting. Mainly because we had to haul the debris about 70 yards down the road. That said everyone worked really hard under Jim (with Hair)'s (NOT ME) leadership.
Really enjoyed working with some local volunteers as well. Amazing stories and good to learn about Haiti. Wesley was one such volunteer (and about the first person I met who could carry on a full conversation in English!). He was out working in sandals. So at lunch tomorrow we are going to buy him new boots (size 9 if you were wondering).
I hate to single out any volunteer, but I do think Larry deserves special mention. On a day in the high 90s with a rumored heat index of over 110, Larry (a retired accounting professor from SBU) matched us all sledge hammer swing for sledge hammer swing. Really a remarkable performance.
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Short takes:
- The big meal is at noon. It is cooked by Venus (a local that HODR pays to cook). Today I had rice with black beans and then rice with a red hot sauce with potatoes. While probably not Dr. Fuhrman approved (WAY TOO HIGH ON simple Carbs), both were very good.
- Toilet facilities are bad. You do not flush toilet paper AND a saying hung on the wall says much more that you want to know: " If it's yellow let it mellow, if its brown, flush it down."
- Recycling does not happen. Indeed garbage collection does not happen in most spots so everything seemingly gets burned.
- Pleasantly surprised by lack of mosquitoes (knock on wood)
- Everyone seems to get along really well. It is a veritable UN here (well except that we do not carry rifles when directing traffic that is not moving and yelling "Ali, ali, ali".
- Doubt I have ever drank more water in a single day (and that includes 100 mile rides in above 90 degree temperatures).
- I have been unsuccessful at getting a SIM Card. But still working on it.
- Went for a bike ride after work...it was not much (roads are muddy, crowded, and too dangerous for a real ride, but fun.
- Can't upload pictures. Will have to wait. But have been taking many
- Showers are "sponge baths"
More tomorrow
The
Monday, May 17, 2010
Packing etc for Haiti
Busy busy past week. With graduation events, trying to get ready for the trip, collecting shoes, computers etc for Haiti, dealing with normal school stuff (oh yeah and spilling gas in my car and a weird rash from working in Allegany State Park), have had zero time to prepare or pack, so today I will be running around like a chicken with my head chopped off.
Good talk with Andy Hartnett who was one of the original BonaResponders (Biloxi 2005) a leader on our big trip, and a great guy who just happened to be a finance major as well! He gave me a better idea of what to expect etc as he just left HODR a few days ago to come to SBU for his sister's graduation yesterday.
According to Andy, internet access is slow and spotty at the camp but I will update this blog as often as I can when there.
Good talk with Andy Hartnett who was one of the original BonaResponders (Biloxi 2005) a leader on our big trip, and a great guy who just happened to be a finance major as well! He gave me a better idea of what to expect etc as he just left HODR a few days ago to come to SBU for his sister's graduation yesterday.
According to Andy, internet access is slow and spotty at the camp but I will update this blog as often as I can when there.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Haiti contingent for May trip
Carrie, Jerry, Larry, and Jim will be going to Haiti to work with HODR. This blog will be the place to look for updates etc. Since it is not a SBU sanctioned trip (we learned our lesson last time!!!), no BonaResponds tools will go, no BonaResponds money will be used, and we will not use the BonaResponds website/blog for updates.
There will probably be another non sanctioned Haiti trip (not guaranteed yet) for the first week in August. Stay tuned.
There will probably be another non sanctioned Haiti trip (not guaranteed yet) for the first week in August. Stay tuned.
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