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.