As I write I'm on a beach with a view of paradise. A picture of an ideal Carribean holiday. The beach is clean. The sound of waves calming. It's my last day in Haiti.
My host Carwyn said "I wanted to show you a different part of Haiti". This is different. Different from the Shada slum that I just came from. Different from the paediatric ward with blown incubators from the surging volatile electricity with no running water and sanitising cream. Different from walking into the feeding school in cite soleil slum. And different from driving through the earthquake devastation still very much present in port au prince through the tent cities and building rubble.
It feels bizarre being here.
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