Haiti day 1

Gate D24 destination Port au Prince was full. Mostly young what looked to be volunteers of some sort.
Anyone who had been there before were eager to give tips on how to maneuver through customs etc.
But it was the fellow who sat across the asile from me that helped me the most. He was with a team wo were doing prosthetics. He had a whole three ring binder incredably details with photos of the airport, luggage area etc.
And helpful it was . Theairport is small old dusty and hot   and crowded but when I arrived into the area of chaos there was my savior. An older gentleman with a sign that read BONNE PAINE he helped find my luggage and spoke french to the cutoms agent and I flew right through.
I had to wait  till the next group came in a few hours later.....they couldn't make two trips to the orphanage due to fuel shortage.
Two young men from the orphanage came up on motorcycles and were there to make sure I had company. So there I waited ...hot dusty but friendly company.
We traveled via an old school bus through what lookd like an old beaten down area of PAP with endless flea market type tables and booths...selling everything .
Rubble tents, old shanties, Anything of values was behind high cement walls.
There is visable sign of the UN, and Oxfam.Litter, goats, large pigs in the streams.
There is litter  litter litter. You would never know that Tomas come through here because it is soooo dusty. When we arrived at the orphanage children came one by one to shake our hand and give a kiss.
We were entertained with songs and dance. Now everyone is unpacking, putting up their mosquito nets ( really needed) The building is like India tile floor, inside plumbing, full functioning kitchen and bunk beds ( I'm on the bottom) The team are nice folks from NJ from a ministry that supports Pastor Ronald and the children of the orphanage. I'm a bit of an outsider...but that's Ok. Paster Ronald expects us at his service tomorrow at 6:30 am so I'm going to sign off, one more note. Thanks to sis Debbie. She identified a tech shop at the miami airport so that I could buy  a cord for my cell which i forgot. Deb I owe you one.
BTW dinner was pasta and chopped up hotdogs. I ate so we will see.
Love to all from Bon Repos Haiti