I filtered a lot of rough sand with some new volunteers, Shaun and Ean, who used to work for GRU. Sand is now becoming an issue, as we need to sift so much rough sand to get the fine stuff needed for plaster mix. As a group we managed to finish digging the black water overflow, cement plaster the bathroom dome, adobe plaster the main dome further and create a nice communal space between the main dome and the other facilities.
After food we took motos (motor bikes driven by crazy dare devil Haitians) to where some of the Haitians live. The bike ride was an experience in itself. Weaving in and out of traffic at mad speeds, with three people on each bike. Everyone driving in Port au Prince is constantly honking their horns, and gesticulating wildly. It was a lot of fun getting there!
We were first invited to Billy's home, which I think used to be a school. Lots of children and their families share this large compound, and they're constantly doing little restoration jobs to make it better. Billy has been doing sculpture work using car tyres as his material. He started with hanging birds like the photo below, and has progressed to child's swings, plant pot flamingos and other imaginative creations!
We then walked to Samuels house, perched high atop a concrete cliff, accessible by half dozen precarious steps. The walk there took us past many ruins, and every one had a harrowing story behind it.
Samuel is training to become a reverend, and is very dedicated to his work. He invited us all into his house for a refreshing drink, and to talk. He and his family were more than happy to talk about their situation, their experiences around the earthquake, and their plans for the future.
After talking to Samuels family he offered to show us around the local community, and show us a plot of land he is planning to turn into an Earthship. We trekked around a maze of side alleys and streets tightly encompassed by concrete building and ruins. Open sewage pipes ran through many alleys, and stray cats and dogs streaked past constantly.
We then walked though a market place where Brian broke one of his sandals. Dozens of Haitians laughed at the sight of an American walking though the slums of Port au Prince bare foot! We then spent some time at Maritas, where we got some good food and talked.
Later, Marita, Brian and Paul convinced me to go to a Haitian carnival called Rara. The music was unusual, but unique. I like the fact that Haiti has it's own sound, as too much local music has become westernised. We danced with the locals and had a fantastic time!