Stunned

Our first shock came in Miami while boarding the flight for Port-au-Prince:
We were NOT the only white people boarding.
Actually, the percentage of white people increased from around 0,6% to something like 35%!
Families!! Complete (very white) families full-equiped with kids and everything!

Shock number two: At arrival, there was…
More than one custom agents in the booths.
There was queue control
and baggage inspection!
…
And the rowdy crowd waiting outside to shout “Taxi” and grab our bags upon exit have been pushed back neatly behind a freshly painted fence.

Then…
The airport’s U.N. tank outpost was missing!
There were only three soldiers waiting around.
All broke out in huge smiles and (manly) hughs when there buddy arrived.
(he probably had goodies in his bags)
They happily popped his luggage in the back of the small U.N. jeep and they all happily skidded off.

The only other U.N. presence was … us.
Pompé, the Gonaïves driver, was waiting for with the distinctive white truck.
(I was a little sad not to see Famel again) Hi Famel!!! (where ever you are)

We pack up the truck and before heading off, Pompé turns to me and says:
Could you lock your door?
(Oh, yes! Hihi… that didn’t change)