By Jennifer Gallardo
The guys, David, Elijah, and Chris, are easy going, good humored, and kick butt. We land in Haiti and walk down the stairs to the plane, waiting in a long slow moving line, and then join the mob of people pushing and trying to get at their luggage, which is being unloaded into one huge pile. I push my way to the front and grab the handle on one of the 50 lb duffle bags, somehow pressing through the mob of people with it I drag it to the front of the airport. Then I repeat that four times… until we have a huge pile with my five duffle bags and the guys suitcases and things. We try to walk out, as other people are doing, but we are motioned to a table where they proceed to open all of our things and then they call me to a back room and tell me I have to pay $192 to get my things out of customs. It doesn’t seem fair that so many people have left without paying, but after a few minutes of discussion and pleading on my part, I just end up paying the $192 so we can leave. No sooner do we arrive at the clinic when the guys spring into action and join Fernando and Dorian up on the roof.