Our plane touched down at 7:30 this morning. The airport was buzzing with military from many countries, and united nation
forces. The airport building was damaged so much that we didn't even enter it, leaving instead through the UN security gate,
never having to go through a customs process. Despite the military presence everything was chaotic around the airport, unorganized, and confused. No one seemed to know anything.
We met up with some missionaries who had been scouting some of the areas where medical care seemed to be absent.
We decided to set up our MASH unit on a nice, shady, mission compound in the seaside village of Petit Goave, very near the
earthquake epi center. The journey there was a continuous photo op. Every so often we drove through the putride stench
of rotting bodies. We passed one of the mass grave sites that we heard about on the news. In all my years I've not been to this
village, Petit Goave. I like it. We are all getting up early tomorrow (Tuesdsay) to unpack and organize. The village magistrar
has put out word in town that a medical presence is now here, attending to earthquake- related injuries and illnesses, we expect a long and busy day.
We have no electricity, no running water. It is now 9:00pm and PITCH black, expect for the eerie glow of some weirdos laptop.
We have a small crew, but we will grow as more folks come out to lend their hand. Our supplies though sparse, are adequate, we believe, to get started. We have two more large shipments of supplies (your donations!) coming: one Wednesday morning, the other Friday. I am taking pictures and will post when I know how.
For now, I am dictating text to Sue to post on blog. Learn as we go, I guess. More to come