Haiti Travel Stories, Page 4

Cite Soleil Trip Today

I plan to visit one of the worst slums on the planet today, whatever that means. The words slum, ghetto, the hood, and add the image of Black, this can elicit fear in an American. As an American, we are trapped, how can we explain our fears without somebody saying we are racist, it is a no win situation. This is Africa and Black countries like Haiti, a wise person walks on the other side of the street, we do our best keep the subject out of our minds.

Europeans are worst than American, they have thousands of years of Kings and Queens, it is ingrained into their minds, nobility, the superiors do not associate with inferiors. They do not say things that confuse them, like,
“All men are created equal.”

Now, let me think, what was my fear today, what was my fear yesterday?

I am worried, will Mathew, my little drunken friend show up. I almost called him a guide, but this would be ludicrous. I am positive, all day today, I will be saying,
“Shut up Mathew, you are not my guide; you are here to help, not to lead.”

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Port-au-Prince, Haiti --- Monday, December 28, 2009
By Andy Graham of HoboTraveler.com
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There is always an Alpha Male thing going on in African Cultures, and a great reason why people should not visit Africa, or Haiti. Modern cultures have made women the man, and man the women, just another confusing story.

Mathew

I am going to pay him 500 Gourde, about 12 US Dollars him to go with me to Cite Soleil. I have to make the decision at 7:30, if he does not show up, do I go alone. I have already paid him 100 to be committal, and another 100 two days ago because he begged. He is an annoying and likeable person when he is not drinking, or broke. He would make great alcoholic if he had a welfare check and food stamps.

This is maybe the point, Haitians do not have free money as best I know, and they must pay for their vices on their own. I have not even had a whiff of guns, drugs, violence, or extreme alcoholism. Mathew learned to drink in Dominican Republic; he worked in Puerto Plata selling Timeshares. Go figure, this is tantamount to be in Used Car Salesperson in the USA, there is probably nothing more sucker punch, then selling Timeshares.

Taxi drivers, Car Salesmen, Real Estate Agents, Internet Pages, one of these days, I will be clear, which profession is the least reputable. I will say, selling Timeshares is as close to being a Con man as it gets.

Do you understand how I feel; I am going to one of the worst slums on the planet with a little alcoholic con man. He is truly a good guy, when he is not drinking or talking too much. Want to know how to tell when an alcoholic is lying.
“His mouth is moving.”

I am slowly starting to believe this about Travel Writers, or people who write Blogs, I know for sure the majority of people who want to work in Orphanages, Missionaries, and Non Governmental Agencies are the slick ones, they for sure lying when their mouth is moving.

Oops, I forgot Journalist, they make lying an art form.

Good, I am getting in touch with what I am feeling, that rant made it clear, what do I think about Cite Soleil. Everyone who writes about the place is a liar. I love generalizations, they make my day…

Now, this is the kicker, I do not think the people inside of Cite Soleil are liars, I can almost guarantee they have given themselves permission to beg from me. It is socially acceptable for Black People from Haiti to beg, it is socially acceptable from Black American to make a white person afraid until they give up the cash for some stupid reason. This is the same as Car Salesman, they can make you feel like you are insulting them by not listening or buying their car.

This is Mathew; he comes up and berates me, blah, blah, blah, I need money, why don’t you trust me. It is funny, too funny, I told him, and I am the champion of no. I have been to India, I know the world, on any given day, 10-50 people ask me for money. I feel no remorse; you are crapola when you ask.

He is full of crap, and he is a good guy, he is both, he is not naturally crap, and he just took the wrong path. The other day he said he gave up drinking. I am laughing, I have been sober now for 22 years, almost 23, he is an alcoholic, he then said, maybe I will just have a beer now and then. I said, the only reason you are not drunk is you have no money, I then gave him 100 Gourde, about two good drunks here, I have not seen him for two days.

Africa and Haiti does not have many of these types, there are 10 to 50 times more in the USA, I am sure Miami is full of this talk-too-much, and annoy me by trying to say they are my friend types.

When I describe Mathew, I am describing the writers who write about Haiti, and they just cannot keep it is balance. Nevertheless, this is the problem, how do I say the word “Slum,” without making my mother afraid. She is 100 percent corn fed, Indiana born naïve, she has an on, or off button inhere head, all slum are dangerous, remember, I watch movies.

The slums of Haiti are dirty, when it is muddy, it is muddy, it is slimy, Varanasi, is twice as bad, Haiti has some areas that are a challenge to Varanasi for the king of slime.

Liars Lair
Stories and more stories, ok, let me try to explain situations like Haiti, or Iraq, or anywhere nobody wants to go. I will tell you a story about alcoholism. There is this inferred obligation, this social contract between recovering alcoholics, we are supposed to help other alcoholics. You know, pray for them, assist them, listen to their lies, try to encourage them and give them hope.

What is the first goal of helping another alcoholic?
To not get drunk with the person.

This happens a lot, a sober person goes to help a person who is drunk, and they both get drunk, and it turns into a Birthday Party for Doc in the book Cannery Row by John Steinbeck.

No Mans Lands
I think anyone reading about no-man-lands should read with extreme skepticism, it is better to just generalize and say the writers are all liars, then to believe what they write. People do not go to no-man-lands and write about them, they listen to a lot of gossip, and then write a plausible, sellable story. Haiti is a no-mans-land.

Selling a Story on Haiti
This is the problem, a good person come to Haiti to help, then like the Alcoholic wanting to help another Alcoholic, they get drunk with the story. What percentage of people will not exploit an opportunity, this is difficult to access. However, I have been in enough no-mans-land, place where I was the only Tourist to know, it is about 99 percent lies. There are idiots who will make going to Thailand an adventure.

I think there are two rules to remember when writing about the world,
1. We are all idiots, it is not possible to know the world.
2. Remember rule number one.

I am explaining a snapshot opinion, I could be 100 percent wrong, maybe I am right.

How to Exploit a Story
This is easy, exaggerate, write down about bunch of statistic, tell the world about the atrocities, the crisis, the panic situations, try to bring fear, compassion and a human story to rather boring situation. Yes, remember to take a photo is difficult to find, but exist, maybe a starving baby, this would be perfect.

If you do that, you will sell a story about Haiti. CNN will put it on the television and sell advertising to Non Governmental Organizations, they spin and stir up the story, then the USAid will send money, all will get rich.

I am forever grateful I can travel and not owe anyone for my daily bread. I earn about the same whether I am in Haiti or Cancun, life is the same.

Where is the Haiti story?

I was in Silopi, Turkey; I was going to cross the border into Iraq, 99 percent of the people said,
“They will kill you.”
I went anyway, there is a story there somewhere, I am still alive.

Confusion is the Devils best Friend
I know writers live in a “Liar Lair,” I know captivating stories can be written about a “No-Mans-Land,” where nobody wishes to enter. What is worst, I know the only story a person can write that is the truth, would be, and must be confusing. This is the Writers Devils Bargain, we must all agree to agree, milk these stories for all they are worth.

We live our lives on a small precipice, we pretend it is not so, we want to say, all is safe, I am fine, there is no lions at the gate. We try to pretend we are no confused, we tell stories of our adventures after the fact, full of clear, concise, consistent comments.

Confusion is the small precipices we live on, we try to not be confused, but sometimes we are, we are in denial. We listen to other people; there are voices in our head. We do not want to be confused, but we are, what can we do, the safe thing is to stay at home, keep the door shut, listen to the stories about confusion. However, we must not be a player in this game, it is too dangerous, armchair experts, that is the new generation, I can say,
“I read this,” more factual than going to see ourselves.

The Gamble
I read and listen to many confusing stories; I know that 99 percent of them are lies. There is the chance; I come upon the 1 in a 100, the lion that eats me.

What is going to happen today, I hope Mathew shows up, if he does not, I will figure out this trip on my own. I do not speak Creole, this is my big problem. Other than that, I know the ending to this story, at least 99 percent of the time; it will be just another boring day in Paradise.

I know today, I can go anywhere, providing I am on good spiritual grounds. There is spirit within each of us; this spirit listens to little voices. One voice represents confusion, it is exciting, full of energy, and like the songs of the sirens, and it is intoxicating. The other voice is boring, reasonable, and wants me to stay the course.

They asked Henry David Theroux if he was at peace with God, he said,
“I never knew us to argue.”

I know today, just for today, I will not argue with the voice of reason. Boring as it may seem, I will for today, stay the course. I will not allow argue, I the difference between right and wrong, everyone does. Then we see the lion, and we forget.

I have an obligation to explain my confusion before, not after the fact; there are two sides to all adventure, or extreme travel.

Cite Soleil Trip Today


Word of the Day is Nostrum

Word of the day is Nostrum

Nostrum:
1. an ineffective remedy: a remedy for a social, political, or economic problem, especially an idea or plan that is often suggested but never proved to be successful

2. quack remedy: a medicine prepared or prescribed by an unqualified person whose claims for its effectiveness have no scientific basis

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Port-au-Prince, Haiti --- Sunday, December 27, 2009
By Andy Graham of HoboTraveler.com
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99 percent of the solutions in life do not work, 1 percent does, but they require work, so we ignore. A good travel tip is probably boring, and obvious, but you never thought of it that way.

Word of the day is Nostrum


Zoom in the Haiti Face Travel Tip



Photography is an art, however, there are some tricks, and taking good photos has become incredibly easy using a Digital Camera. Try to remember when each picture would cost one US. Dollars, now they are free, it is the camera and computer that cost money.

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Port-au-Prince, Haiti --- Saturday, December 26, 2009
By Andy Graham of HoboTraveler.com
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There are cameras that work like machine guns, you can press the button and it goes click click click click click. I do not have this camera; it is too big, although one day I will. I need a special camera bag that does not look like a camera bag.

Take Many Photos

I took the photo above by zooming on the face of a willing model; she likes her photo taken, sits, and looks at me, however, this is not normal.



Label this photo number one.



Label this photo number two.

I use a program called DCE AutoEnhance 2.1 to resize my photos; I make them fit into a box 640 x 640 and less than 150 Kilobytes in size. However, I can go and play with the



I took the 3.22 Meg photo on my computer, opened in a graphics program. Copied this photo from the photo, and pasted as a new photo.
572 x 582 Pixels
228 Kilobytes in size
It is an odd size for this Travel Journal; I have either 640 x 480 or 480 x 640 as the standard.

The Problem
Readers subconsciously sense inconsistency, if I wanted to make you think, to become aware, I would make all the photos different sizes. I want to allow you to read quickly, to peruse articles and not have to think, I give you free will. The advertisement for you to vote is a different and odd size; this is an attempt to get you to focus.



I opened up the large photo labeled number two above, it is not the photo above, and this one is already shrunk and has lost pixels or clarity. I must open up the big one on my computer, and then zoom in the photo I want.

This is fun, it is an art, I took the best photo in my opinion by seeing it, not by cutting the photo out of a photo. Nonetheless, it is easy to get a great photo, buy the ever too expensive camera for about 1000-2000 U.S. Dollars, point the machine gun, the zoom in on the face.

I can take great photos, when I want, I normally do not want. There is a song and a dance to writing, the song is the writing, the dance is what you see. It is easy to overpower the song by a good dance routine. The balance of the two is what makes you feel, I feel a good writer uses the photos to point at the writing, not to dominate, however a pretty face can open a door faster than ideas.

If you want to be famous, my advice is to always include a photo; it is easy to take great photos with a machine gun camera. If you want to be respected, tell the truth, there is a difference. Many a photo lies, many a person lies, the true art is learning how to tell the difference.

Zoom in on the Haiti Face Travel Tip


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
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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


Christmas Moonshine Haiti 2009

I use alcohol as fuel to cook in my room. I also use as a quick way to clean my body. In dire moments, when I know I stink, I wipe down the armpits. Now I smell, I had to think about it, I know this smell, what is it, yes, I know this smell, it is moonshine.


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Port-au-Prince, Haiti --- Friday, December 25, 2009
By Andy Graham of HoboTraveler.com
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I was using moonshine in Togo, West Africa for cooking; it works ok, but not good. Well, the other day I purchased a different brand of alcohol, it said,
“95 percent Alcohol.”

I was happy because it said 95, when it is 75 percent, it does not work well, when above 80 and it does ok, but 95 should be great. This new bottle was not. When it is 95, you do not put a match to it, you throw the match. You must be careful or you lose your eyebrows. I was having trouble, I could smell it, what is that smell, it is the smelled of moonshine. I have found many stills in my 11-12 years of travel, now that I know the smell of them I can find them faster. However, I did not want to smell moonshine from store bought alcohol, I wanted hardcore, 95 percent alcohol. What I purchased was glorified moonshine; it was not the good stuff.

They have a lot of sugar cane here, alcohol is plentiful, now I am doing more observing, I am watching the locals. I believe they are walking drinking my cooking fuel. I have to admit, this is a cheap drunk, and a person could get falling down plastered for less than 50 cents US, buying the store bought moonshine.

I have two bottles now and I am experimenting, one is truly 95 percent, the other is full of it, it is really just heavy-duty moonshine and about 75-80 percent, it is not good for cooking. I suspect it is really for drinking, disguised as rubbing alcohol.

Well, last night was Christmas Eve, the noise level became worst than normal, I suspect the cheap alcohols sold in the super market is being used.

They are using my stove fuel for drinking. Haiti people are not big drinkers, I suspect the rich people are, but the poorer ones seem to stay off the cooking fuel. I am not sure, every man I know that speaks English, also drinks. A strange correlation, this is not the reason to learn English.

A Bob Marley wanna be walked by the Hotel, he had a big white off-the-shelf bottle of alcohol in his pocket. I did my best to not be introduced to him, I seem to have forgotten French, Spanish and English, it is convenient to forget how to speak sometimes.

They are having fun, not causing too much problems, however holidays overseas are good times to hide in the room and hope they pass.

My mother asked me one time,
“What do you do in Mexico on Christmas?”
“I hide in my room, while the Mexicans get drunk for three days and blow off firecrackers.”

I am truly glad Mexico does not have a lot of Sugar Cane.

Do you know the smell of Moonshine?

Christmas Moonshine Haiti 2009


Cite Soleil Haiti Map

I plan to visit Cite Soleil in the next few days. Cité Soleil, Haiti is a city reporters love to report about, yet never go, the perfect NGO poster child. Anything written is fair game, there is no oversight, no need to get the facts even remotely correct. It is intriguing Journalism phenomenon how gossip transforms itself into facts. The name Cite Soleil has a ring to it, easy to remember, what a great name for a slum. Cité Soleil, even the little accent on the e gives it a special feeling. What does Cité Soleil mean in French or Creole; I would translate it as “City in the Sun.” Maybe you can say, “Sun City.”



City in the Sun, or Cité Soleil, Haiti, there are two slums, the one is just not as famous.

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Port-au-Prince, Haiti --- Wednesday, December 23, 2009
By Andy Graham of HoboTraveler.com
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I am realizing Cité Soleil may represent Haiti; this city could epitomize the image the world has of Haiti. Generally, the people of Haiti are nice, friendly, not too aggressive, and great people. I will give an example the other day, a girl was walking along the street with a pile of clothing for sale on her head, one of the pieces fell off, a man stopped and picked it up for her. To watch this was a miracle of human kindness, this is not the planet earth I know.

Economically Dangerous Journalism

Cities like Cite Soleil, Haiti are perfect stories for reporters, maybe the city is dangerous, and maybe it is safe, this is not important. What happens though, they readers generalize from a specific to the whole.

Cite Soleil is dangerous, therefore Port-au-Prince is dangerous.
Cite Soleil is dangerous, therefore Haiti is dangerous.

I sometimes say to myself,
“Forgive them God, they know not what they do.”

Where was I

I do not sit in my room reading catastrophe articles; I get annoyed when the world says Global Warming is a crisis. We cannot even prove it exists, yet it is a crisis.

Where was I when everyone defined Haiti as a dangerous country?
Where was I when they made Cite Soleil the worst slum on the planet?

Readers, people, they will say outrageous comments about Cite Soleil, they can even cite references, and it just spins out of control. Perception is more important than reality, and truly, I would be more afraid to enter the ghetto in Detroit than Cite Soleil. Them Rappers and Gang Bangers all have guns; I have yet to meet a person in Haiti who could afford to buy a gun.

I always hold on to one belief, generally people do not kill; generally people do not hurt other people for no reason. Generally, they do not rob, steal, cheat; you have to either be unlucky of volunteer.

Will they keep my change, yes. Why, because it is always fair to steal from rich people. Did you cheat on your taxes last year, I already know the answer, and the USA government is rich.

I asked Mathew, my little drunk friend,
“Will you take me to Cite Soleil?”
He says,
“Yes.”

You would think he would hesitate, think about it, even pause, it was not an issue, and it was yes. This is the test of danger, asks a taxi driver to take you to a specific location. They will say no if there a problem, and the reason you are stupid to rent cars, gee dear, this looks nice, lets drive down that road, you accidentally drive into the hood.

I will take a Tap Tap, I do not ride in outlandish signs of wealth into dangerous areas, my mother my dress me funny, but she did not raise a fool.

What do you want me to investigate in Cite Soleil?

Note, Mom, do not read about Cite Soleil in Wikipedia.org.

Cite Soleil Haiti Map


Christmas in a United Nations Occupied Country 2009

I will be spending Christmas in the Port-au-Prince, Haiti. The United Nations military force occupies the country of Haiti. As best I can tell, there are at least 10 major camps in the country and probably a lot more, I am guess. I have personally seen about five UN Military Camps.



These photos are difficult to take, these trucks full of soldiers come flying up or down Rue Lamarre, they are in a hurry. I must pull out the camera, take the photo quickly, and then hope none of the soldiers sees this as a hostile act.

Iraq
Lesson learned, I was in the front seat of a taxi north of Baghdad heading towards Dohuk, Iraq in September of 2002 (3?). We was passing a United States Military Camp, I pulled out my camera and pointed it the camp.

The Taxi Driver slapped me down, saying
“Never point.”

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Port-au-Prince, Haiti --- Wednesday, December 23, 2009
By Andy Graham of HoboTraveler.com
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This country is truly occupied by the United Nations; this country is the poster child for the United Nations. They would say it is peacekeeping; I tend to believe it creates a situation of economic doom.

Does anyone know how many UN bases are in Haiti?

Christmas in a United Nations Occupied Country 2009


Haiti Stigma Interferes with Friendship

I believe it socially unacceptable for women in Haiti to walk around with foreigners; it may also be unacceptable to talk with them. It is not easy to learn this, I must first feel positive that a girl is my friend, and then slowly realize she is avoiding walking with me.

This stigma exist in many countries, Thailand, Uganda, Kenya, India, etc, I have never made a list, but these I know these countries off the top of my head.

There is a woman with two children who lives next door to the Executif Hotel here in Port-au-Prince. She was married to a man from Dominican Republic, the country connected to this island, and she speaks good Spanish. She says her name is Juanita, I suspect it is something else in Creole. Her mother, children, cousins, practically anybody she socializes with sits out in front of her concrete apartment selling water, drinks, cracker and other snack foods. It is a typical family in Haiti, without the husband, I am not sure if this is normal, I do believe there are many mothers without husbands.

Because she speaks Spanish, she is one of the few Haitian people I can talk with, Creole is not French.

Stigma of Coming to Haiti
Hmm, I realized as I typed the title to this post that going to Haiti is socially unacceptable by the mass readers of this travel journal. Unless they came here to volunteer, a person is not going to visit Haiti and brag about it to his workers in the office, it does not elevate social status.

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Port-au-Prince, Haiti --- Wednesday, December 23, 2009
By Andy Graham of HoboTraveler.com
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Stigma Defined:
sign of social unacceptability: the shame or disgrace attached to something regarded as socially unacceptable.

Sociology, is the study of behavior of people in groups, I remember taking a Sociology 101 class at Indiana, University in Bloomington, Indiana. I got an A’s; I never took an easier class in my life, truly a walk in the park easy class. (Hobos are not supposed to be educated.)

It is Time for Deleted Comments

Notice how I wrote:
“This stigma exist in many countries, Thailand, Uganda, Kenya, India, etc”

This type of statement infuriates people, it is a generalization, and invariable people know many exceptions to the generalization. Therefore, in their twisted sense of logic, one exception makes a generalization or stereotype wrong: not only that, because they have been told since kindergarten to not generalize or stereotype, they obey their parents or teacher and start bullying, it is their opportunity for mockery.

Fun stuff, and truly anal, but it is the world; I must accept that on the internet a small man, thinks he is a big man.

Concentrate --- Focus

Stigmas are problems; they sabotage our ability to understand another culture. When a person feels shame, they do not just say, “I am ashamed.” They are supposed to be leaving the situation. Please get ready to leave, you are not suppose to talk about this. For example, say you are in the USA; there is a child molester who lives on the street. There is a reporting system that says, this man is stigmatized, the system by law says; he or she should not be allowed to escape it.

Can you talk with this person?
If you are wise, the answer is no, it is taboo, truly talking about this is taboo.

I am Alcoholic
Yikes, I should say, I am a recovering alcoholic; I have not drank alcohol for 22 years. Yet, there is a stigma, I know as soon as I say this, I have been labeled weak. Somehow, in the twisted logic of the world, a person who drinks like a fish is stronger than I am.

Stigmas are enforced by mockery, in primitive society mocker is overt, in highly developed societies they are more covert, but often more difficult. The rules are generally confusing for stigmas, it overtly acceptable to attack me for generalizing. It is ok for the Political Correct police to open the door without a warrant. Freedom of speech is not acceptable to this group.

I try to understand this stigma in Haiti, I live in a Hotel, generally on planet earth, a girl cannot walk into a Hotel with a man. It is socially unacceptable, the world assumes we are together for boom boom; this is the general opinion of planet earth.

I cannot invite a girl to my home here in Haiti and talk. Trying to find a quiet location in this country is next to impossible.

THE DEFAULT IS: I can only talk with Haiti men, macho, competitive, uneducated men.
…. Or they want to sell me something, in someway use me.

The women are uneducated, but if I want to tone down the testosterone levels, it is nice to talk with women. Truly a softer conversation, not full of test, retest, challenges, overt body language that wants to dominate. The women want something, but less than men.
…. Or they want to sell me something, in someway use me.

Shadow, grey areas, nuances, this is life, there is no absolutes for a Traveler, just a feeling what is generally a good idea, living on the edge. I never know what is acceptable, I little uncomfortable is normal. It is sad when having a conversation with your neighbor is a problem.

Haiti Stigmas Interferes with Friendship