My Aspirations in the World of Haiti

My Aspirations in the World of Haiti

I am happy and content here in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. This place is paradise, the Hotel, the neighborhood, the people are wonderful. I am in the world of Haiti, today I live on a planet called Haiti, this is my world, I must accept it, and I cannot change it.

One of my readers commented prior to my visit to Haiti,
“Nobody goes to Haiti for fun.”

This comment it stuck in my craw, I cannot digest it, I need to spit it out, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth, I must say,
“I 100 percent reject it.”

A traveler, a tourist, a sentient human being may enjoy any country, any world providing they remember people are people: there is only a slight difference between a person from the USA and a Haitian. We are all the same, just different channels on the TV called life.

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Port-au-Prince, Haiti --- Saturday, December 26, 2009
By Andy Graham of HoboTraveler.com
Travel Gear Haiti Hotels
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Our basic needs, wants, dreams and aspirations are the same; however, there are people among us who want to kill dreams. My parents told me, you can be anything, you can do anything, and you could one day be President of the United States of America.

People do not dream of being a Hobo, they see a Bum, the glass is half empty. I am the one here in Paradise, do you still need to escape…

I said, Haiti is Paradise, and it is for me, but for you, it could be Hell. I am a traveler, I search for Paradise, this is my job, and lucky for me, I am always in Paradise.

Haiti is good, it is not bad, do not read something into it, accept all countries, people, places and things as they are, not as we want them to be. What were my aspirations for Haiti, I never thought about it a lot, I never dreamed of Haiti, how does a person dream about a country.

People try to plan their happiness, plan their trip, and control themselves too much. They make endless to do list, and then belittle themselves when they do not accomplish them. I plan two things per day, I always accomplish them, and sometimes not.

Each country I visit unfolds itself to me, I see what I see, no more, no less, at the end of the day, it the people I remember.

What is my overwhelming memory of the people of the USA?
“They work too much.”

I heard an American say the buzzwords,
“We all have too much on our plates.”

I almost said,
“I don’t.”

I want to say, gee whiz, it was your choice to fill the plate, it was greed. Try to accept the day as it unfolds, do not aspire to make a day happen, it will happen, I guaranteed it, sit back and allow the aspirations of the day to be revealed.

What is good about being a Hobo Traveler?

At about 7:45 am this morning, I will walk out the front door of the Hotel; I will go down the street to drink this unknown drink called “Mah-bee.” I will sit around with my Haitian friends, we will talk. I do not speak Creole, they do not speak English, what happens will happen, no more, no less. I cannot remember the last time I said,
“I am too busy,”
“I have too much on my plate.”

Call me a Bum if you like, call me a Hobo, I believed my parents, I could be anybody I wanted, today I will be in Haiti, tomorrow the world. Where will you be, come out and play, you can be a Hobo also, there are no rules. I am full of curiosity and dreams today, because I have no plans for the day; maybe the day has plans for me.

My Aspirations in the World of Haiti