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| Traffic on a typical day. |
Driving home from the airport, I noticed how empty the streets were. It was Saturday night, 6pm. Lots of cars driving around, but where was everyone? In one short week in Haiti, I had grown accustomed to seeing people everywhere. City sidewalks were crammed with people, so much so that sometimes they had to pass each other by walking in the streets. Not a good idea when those streets were also crammed with every mode of transportation known to man – buses, trucks, motorcycles, bicycles, tap-taps, even push carts and the occasional donkey. You always ran the risk of running over someone, and yet, all the traffic meshed and merged and moved along. Usually.
But now the streets at home remind me of the aftermath of a nuclear war. Not a living person in sight. Just lots of vehicles driving around, seemingly under their own power. Where is everyone?
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