Tonight most of the team didn't get back from Port-au-Prince until near 8pm. Traffic getting out of the city was crazy. I am so thankful that I don't have to drive here.
The main road that we take 2 1/2 hours each way to and from Port-au-Prince is called a highway here. But, it's a paved road (most of the time) that's only about a lane and a half wide and has no lane markings at all. Pot holes creep up out of nowhere, ready to jar unsuspecting passengers whose car is unable to swerve at the last minute. Other hazards are various types of livestock, other vehicles, and seemingly randomly placed "Polis Kouche". Polis Kouche translates as 'sleeping policeman' and it is what Haitians call speed bumps. Neat name for them I think.
