Sodden

In rainy season – or the abrupt onslaught of daily, heavy rains currently preceding it – owning a motorcycle becomes really inconvenient. (Read: tonight we drove 4 miles uphill in the pouring rain, our lips pursed and legs tucked up as high as we could get them, through rivers of trash and sewage flooding downhill. We got soaked and it was gross.)

Then, with almost half a million people are still homeless in this city, I feel guilty for complaining about my ride home. You can probably already guess how I feel about the Red Cross idea to build a hotel for foreigners in Port-au-Prince...