Sunday, December 2, 2012

They Just Don't Give Up

You and I would come to this swollen river and naturally assume we just can't cross.  Not a Haitian.
First he untied his bags of charcoal that are bound for the market.  He carries them across one by one, barely keeping his feet underneath him.
Then a couple of men watching jump into action to help give a push with the motorcycle.
Once he's reached the other side, he ties his bags back onto the bike, and starts pushing it on down the road.  I never saw him start it.  Maybe he knew it would need to dry out a bit.  There's only 3 more rivers to go before he'll reach the blacktop national road.  

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