From October 13, 2022
Life in Haiti is depressing. All joy we could squeeze out of a day just a few months ago has vanished. All you see are sad, tired, fed-up faces. The people are worn down by stress and fear. Yesterday, Steph and I zipped down to the little local supermarket at the bottom of the hill. When we reached the main street (Delmas, 33) we saw very few cars. Not because the streets were blocked but because no one had gas to operate their cars.
From October 12, 2022
Yesterday morning, our former security guard called Gabens to let him know he found a source willing to sell us 10 gallons of gasoline and 10 gallons of diesel fuel. Gabens and Mackenson rushed off to get the much-needed fuel. We paid $220 for the gas and $140 for the diesel fuel.
From October 11, 2022
On Monday morning Gabens called early to say that our former security guard, Robenson, made
contact with someone who would sell us 14 gallons of gasoline for only about $20 a gallon. That
comes to about $280. I gave the money to Michel and he set out to get the gas. I expressed to
Gabens my concern about the need for diesel fuel.
From October 10, 2022
Dennis picked me up at 5:30am. We were at the Ft. Lauderdale airport shortly after seven. We actually landed in Haiti, a few minutes early at 11:19am. I was the first through immigration. When I got the customs desk and handed the agent my form, he simply said, “You know what to do.”