Santo Domingo

In a country so poor as Haiti, it’s amazing how badly they treat their money, all passed around in rotting, wadded clumps.

Anyway: Saturday I left Ouanaminthe with its cinder blacks piled on dust, and since then I’ve been travelling through the Dominican Republic in search of Robbie. It was probably a bastard thing to do, leaving my Haitian friends to face the awful return trip on their own, especially after the nearly unqualified failure of our teaching trip.