Derniers jours en Delmas

Warning: the following contains a boatload of pictures.  We find them very funny, so we hope you enjoy.

Adam and his favorite service partner, Sister Peyant. 

This is a house on the same street where we meet for Sunday service.
The front door is seven inches away from an eight foot deep by 30 foot long hole.
Our brave faithful brothers are doing a return visit on seven inches of dirt.

This is the new, almost-road leading to Sunday service.  It's been like this for a year.
As you drive up to park and then walk into the neighborhood, you have to look down
to make sure that you don't park in a bottomless hole that is not marked nor covered.

Adam in front of a typically colorful tap tap.

This huge leaf was triple the size of me and covered in dew drops.

Getting to Sunday service is a challenge.

Dinner!

A still-functioning electric pole.  Look closely. It's levitating.

Hoping this bread fruit won't fall on me.

Preaching in a lottery store.

Here comes a tap tap.....

......loaded with live chickens.
Doesn't get any fresher than that.

We lost power for a couple of days to find out that someone had disconnected
our power to mooch off of us.  Guy and his neighbors used a wooden ladder
and bare hands to reconnect the wires.  Totally safe and definitely to code.

Pooped after a long few weeks of service.

Our lovely stay at the Casavant's (a.k.a. the Four Seasons Haiti) ends this evening.  Our first month here in Haiti has been busy, loud, quite dirty and definitely awesome.  Cap-Haitien, here we come!