Market Morning

Before breakfast Rachel, Diane and I worked on finishing up the sausage.

Joan and one of the other missionary ladies butchered a pig and ground up a lot of the meat for sausage but it needed seasoning. We brought the spices from home then last night and this morning were able to seasoned over 20 pounds of ground pork. After breakfast we took off for the market. That sounds so innocent but just wait. On the way we stopped off at the deaf school the Peoria AC church is sponsoring. The collection at vacation Bible school paid the rent for a year at a very nice house for them. They have 19 children that stay all the time but only 18 beds. There were 32 students. Below Amy is handing out some of the candy and Diane is showing them how to open it.

Next stop the market. I don't even think the pictures below can truly tell the story. This is something everyone in America should experience. The smells, the crowds, the produce, animals, motorcycles zooming around and crowds of people. At one point I went to take a picture of goat heads being offered for sale and at that point the camera went on strike. The sights were so bad it quit working. I'd always heard really ugly people will break a camera well it wasn't the people that were ugly but the filth. Below are a few of the pictures. Rachel's will be so much more informative.

check out the mud in the picture below and I hate to say this but it wasn't just mud.

This very unique smell sticks to everything.

Check out the pig and cows in the picture above and below. They park the cows on top of the garbage pile until either they are ready to butcher or sell.

I actually started getting nauseated and felt car sick even though we were walking.

At one point we lost 5 or 6 of our group. Joan left Hannah with Makenson at one corner, left us at another corner to keep watch then took off to find the lost group. Meanwhile the Haitians kept coming up to us trying to explain those white people went the wrong way and those white people are on another street. Well we found out the old Meister war-woop works in the Haitian market too. As we were getting back to the van the lady on the mule was ready to cross the street.

We saw many many donkeys and mules all loaded down heading to market but there was never a good place to get photos.