The adventure in Haiti isn’t over until you get on the plane to leave. I had arranged for a Haitian man to meet us at 6:00 a.m. in Z’Orange to pick up all the trunks and luggage, so we got up at 4:45 and had our coffee about 5:00. We had breakfast around 5:30, and then 6:00 came rolling around and no truck driver. This isn’t unusual in Haiti, but I had specifically told Nazon, the driver–American time, not Haitian time. We waited until about 6:20, then I sent Simon on a motorcycle to call him to see what the problem was. By now I was trying to decide whether to take Gabriel down with everyone and the luggage, and take the chance of running out of fuel. There has been no diesel for a couple of days, so I didn’t know if we would be able to get any. [Team leaving Haiti] Then I thought, maybe we would just have to leave all the luggage and see if I could get the Pensacola group to bring it in. I waited not too patiently for Simon to return, and then I gathered everyone together and asked our Father to help us. Finally, I jumped into the Ford to go see what was going on. On my way I met Nazon, and he said that he had had a flat tire. I looked at the front driver’s side tire, and it looked like he still had a flat tire, it was so low. I also noticed that it had three lug bolts instead of five. Oh, well, it’s Haiti. We made it up to Z’Orange and picked up the luggage and everyone piled into the Ford. At the very bottom of the mountain, in a village called Tetayen, we had to pull over and have more air put into his tire. He had dropped the other one off to get it fixed, and they had it ready, but he decided he could make it to the airport. In Haiti, they have compressors on the side of the road where they air tires up and fix flats manually.
To make a long story short, we made it to the airport in plenty of time, thanks to our Father in Heaven. He is the Provider!
