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Originally Posted by bdaric
Thanks to all for your advice, I had a feeling Port A Prince would not be quite as bad as TV news reports.
If its not bad or made to seem bad then it won't be reported.
True about not being a Haiti forum but DR and H share the same island, Hispaniola and a checkered history......I guess a little levity here and there wouldn't go amiss.
Funny how people are so different on one side or the other of a man made line
Goes for dozens of countries and languages, weird huh?
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Port-au-Prince is quite a metropolis.
It's an uncompromising third world city, with all the stigmas true and widespread. Haiti, in essence, is a real third world country.
The beauty of Haiti is not so much in the places (though there are spots that oh my), but in the people and culture. Its a land that constantly causes you to think about everything you think you know about the world, everything you will ever know about humanity, and anything you will probably never get to know about yourself!
Its a country of mistery, tragedy, sadness, and dispair. However, Haiti is also a country of amazement, laughter, contradictions, sense of humor, and endurance of the human spirit in a place where the human spirit appears to be under attack by its very own extreme harshness of Haitian daily realities.
Forget about the fashionable Dominican metropolises and cities, forget about the internationalized tourists enclaves of Boca Chica, Juan Dolio, Sosua, Cabarete, and Punta Cana. Forget about the notion of a paved Highway, whether its the smooth Duarte or the bumpy Mella. Forget about the influence of the United States from Pepsi signs dominating the urban landscape to American style shopping malls, and American style suburbs. Forget about quaint countryside homes painted in bright yellows, oranges, blue, pink, and red. Forget about a palm dominated scenery of well tended fields and plantations. Forget about the Dominican Republic, Haiti is different in everyway.
The electricity pilons stop at the border, the paved roads turn to rubble and stays that way, the brightly painted wood homes of the Dominican countryside becomes huts of mud and sticks on the Haitian side. The pepsi cola, presidente, brugal, and globalization signs of Dominican cities become increasingly scarce in Haitian cities, starting in Juana Mendez all the way to Port-au-Prince.
Haiti is a different ball game, a different Hispaniola, a different reality, a different world.
There are no cities chock full of late model SUVs, there are no luxury coach buses thundering down divided highways, there are no luxury resorts in any number beyond the fingers on one hand. Haiti is a different Caribbean.
Haiti is not as much seen as it is experienced.
One thing is certain, when Haiti captures your soul, it will be hard to let go. Not because of the scenery, not because of the cities, not because of the beaches, and not because of the fact that its Haiti, but because of the people who still manage to smile when their is absolutely nothing to smile about.
Hispaniola is one island with two completely different world. The sun rises on the eastern tip every morning to the sound of merengue and bachata, to beaches filled with tourists in all inclusive resorts enjoying their dreamed about vacation, a paradise of sun and fun and rum, the sun rises over a Hispaniola straight out of travel brochures and the sun sets over Cite Soliel, the largest slum in the world along the seafront of Port-au-Prince.
The sun rises over Americanized Dominicana, over thriving Dominican urban centers, over airports with a constant flow of people and airplanes, over a paradise dreamed about, desired, and enamouring hundreds if not thousands of people from North America, Europe, and Latin America.
Then, the sun sets over decaying palaces, bone dry deforested mountains, over a place where hope only exist in fiction books and fiction stories.
Haiti is something else that to be understood must be experienced.
Haiti is a world unto itself, not known anywhere on this side of the Atlantic....
-NAL