A nice welcoming committee at the Haiti airport
I stepped off the plane, greeted by the heat and a view of mountains that looked at home in a tropical resort and not a place where one comes to do mission work.
An hour later, though, the paved roads turned to gravel, back to broken pavement and back to gravel before turning into some sort of off-roading hodgepodge.
I had no idea what to expect. I had no idea what was coming.
