Roads

I keep remembering CJ Cregg (press secretary from the fictitious West Wing series) response to a billionaire bloke’s question of what big project could he undertake to direct his global good will and philanthropy. She said simply “roads” before the usual Sorkin-esque razor monologue-cum-dialogue would kick in. I remember it clearly as I bump across these makeshift roads next to the old one which was “swept away” by the hurricane (a disaster of yesteryear). We’re still 2 hours away from St Marc.

Here’s what I see: a wide stream running through between stony cliffs and vegetation next to it. The stream fairly mild filled with stones... beside it a makeshift track covered with stones and holes and right on its edge a jagged tarmac remnant of a washed away road. Occasionally, the road would reappear and then it would end and you can see that its end... but the dirt track would snake round. This is the major road running through the area.

I’m starting to think that sitting in the back of this pick up was not such great idea.

Audio Diary St Marc eve