I haven't had too much vacation time on this trip, but even farmers take Sundays off, so I do too. And when you're working in the Caribbean, a day off means time to go to the beach!
Early in my trip I asked around to find out where I should go if I wanted to get in the ocean, and the people at my guest house sent me to Club Indigo, a fancy resort that used to be a Club Med. Anyone who's reading this knows that I am not the fancy resort type of person. But traveling alone in Haiti, that seemed like only option if I wanted food and water and a place to sleep, and if I wanted to get there without a driver. This is what happens in a country with no tourism industry.
Then last weekend, I tagged along with a bunch of Haitians working on a survey with a French geographer who was staying at my guest house. They took me to the local beach, hidden away down a bunch of winding dirt roads, with no big sign on the highway. The water was just as beautiful, minus the fancy mixed drinks and the giant pool right next to the ocean.
I really wish I could tell you I liked the local beach better. But maybe I've developed expensive taste. I didn't miss the mixed drinks or the pool; in fact, I didn't take advantage of either when I was at the resort. But there were two things I really missed.
First: silence. Long-time blog readers know about my love of silence. It is a love not shared by Haitians. When I dove down a few feet below the surface, the bass drum beats became soft and almost ignorable, but you can only stay under the water for so long. When I wasn't under water, I was in an all-day outdoor dance club.
Second: a place to read. Comfortable seating can be hard to come by in much of Haiti, my guest house and the beach included. I would guess that the plastic reclining chairs at the fancy resort are probably cheaper than the heavy iron chairs at the local beach, so I don't think it's a question of money. Maybe it's just a question of whether the beach is for partying or for lounging around and reading a book. Maybe they do it on purpose, so you'll dance more and get thirsty and buy more beer. In any event, I'm excited to see my chiropractor when I get home.
So which beach will I go to if I come back to Haiti? Hard to say. Private cars are so expensive that the resort is actually cheaper if I'm by myself because it's on the highway (I didn't see anyone else going there by public transportation, but it wasn't that hard). But if I make friends with more Haitians, I think the company of friends compensates for the club music. And I can always bring a hammock.
Early in my trip I asked around to find out where I should go if I wanted to get in the ocean, and the people at my guest house sent me to Club Indigo, a fancy resort that used to be a Club Med. Anyone who's reading this knows that I am not the fancy resort type of person. But traveling alone in Haiti, that seemed like only option if I wanted food and water and a place to sleep, and if I wanted to get there without a driver. This is what happens in a country with no tourism industry.
Then last weekend, I tagged along with a bunch of Haitians working on a survey with a French geographer who was staying at my guest house. They took me to the local beach, hidden away down a bunch of winding dirt roads, with no big sign on the highway. The water was just as beautiful, minus the fancy mixed drinks and the giant pool right next to the ocean.
I really wish I could tell you I liked the local beach better. But maybe I've developed expensive taste. I didn't miss the mixed drinks or the pool; in fact, I didn't take advantage of either when I was at the resort. But there were two things I really missed.
First: silence. Long-time blog readers know about my love of silence. It is a love not shared by Haitians. When I dove down a few feet below the surface, the bass drum beats became soft and almost ignorable, but you can only stay under the water for so long. When I wasn't under water, I was in an all-day outdoor dance club.
Second: a place to read. Comfortable seating can be hard to come by in much of Haiti, my guest house and the beach included. I would guess that the plastic reclining chairs at the fancy resort are probably cheaper than the heavy iron chairs at the local beach, so I don't think it's a question of money. Maybe it's just a question of whether the beach is for partying or for lounging around and reading a book. Maybe they do it on purpose, so you'll dance more and get thirsty and buy more beer. In any event, I'm excited to see my chiropractor when I get home.
So which beach will I go to if I come back to Haiti? Hard to say. Private cars are so expensive that the resort is actually cheaper if I'm by myself because it's on the highway (I didn't see anyone else going there by public transportation, but it wasn't that hard). But if I make friends with more Haitians, I think the company of friends compensates for the club music. And I can always bring a hammock.