Once Crossing the Border…

The international airport in the Haitian capital Port-au-Prince, ever since the earthquake, is only available for the US military and the UN’s use only.
That is why we have taken the road, early in the morning of the 28th, to reach Haiti.
In Dominican Republic, the main roads were all paved, and houses lining the roads were painted pink and emerald green, all colorful. It was as if I was watching a movie from the Caribbean.
However, once crossing the border into Haiti, none of the roads around the border are paved.
Moreover, there was a terrible amount of coal flying in the air from a coalmine nearby.
My window was open and I had a sudden fit of coughing.
As we near the capital, nearly all the buildings in this country are what look like mere barracks.
Haiti used to be the poorest country in the Caribbean, but the scenery I saw clearly was its evidence. The aftermath of the earthquake is even worse, due to this fact.
I strongly felt the need for distribution of emergency relief goods and disaster prevention workshops.