Tabarre Haiti

Getting here was an adventure. The flights were fine although it took a while for them to clear the broken plane (not ours) off the runway in Santo Domingo. We were met and taken to the orphanage (NPH) to hang out until our van ride across the border at midnight. They go at night as it is cooler and less traffic but that means we were in the van for 10 hours and sleeping on those dreadful roads- well not really.
We had time to change into scrubs and wash our faces (and get some coffee- cold but caffeinated) before Pat went to the pediatric clinic and I went to Ortho clinic. It is one of my weaker ares but believe it or not I can follow directions. Mostly we changed casts and did dressings from earthquake casualties. It is a busy place. By 2:30 I realized I was done so back to rehydrate (sweating like crazy) and sit so that I can be useful tomorrow.
I thought I was going into a tent but with all the folks coming and going, I was able to snag a bed which means a shared bathroom! You have no idea how lucky that makes me. There are tents everywhere, nice tents but tents and no facilities with them. The tents are everywhere on the grounds which are secured with guards. I like that.
I spoke with translators who lost their families, The focus now is on relief for the staff who have been working non-stop. There are a lot of tired people here.
I am not yet able to post pictures- the signal is weak but I will keep trying.