MGH -Alligators on the roof, chickens in trees and ants in pants.: 9

Welcome to The Diary of Higgins & Haiti!

Hello everyone,

You will be glad to know that I have compiled the diary of my volunteer period in Haiti. It can be found if you click on the link below:
http://alligatorsontheroof.blogspot.com/

I hope you get a chance to flick through it or even have a read at the 1-28 posts (under September archive). I have ordered the posts in the reverse order (a blog usually starts with the most recent first) to allow you to read my account in the order that it happened - kind of like a novel. The only post which is out of sync is no.7. I have struggled with this for days and there appears to be some error which will not enable me to slot this piece of info where I wish it to be.

I am aware that you are all incredibly busy, so I will add a video clip which I have compiled all my fave images from my trip along with tunes that remind me of the special country and its people. This will basically tell you the story, without having to read it, if you so desire. I will also be adding a page for this blog on FB. Before you all groan, this is to allow me to keep my Haiti life and my personal life separate. If you do visit Facebook, please join this page to keep up-to-date with my news and future projects – the more hits I get the better. Or click on the 'like' button on the right hand-side of the page!

Check back once a week for news!

Once again, thank you to all you lovely, kind, generous people who made this adventure possible with your kind words of encouragement and support.

I have been experiencing incredible pains in my stomach and feel incredibly tired.
I am excited to see that both Robinson and Leslie have turned up at school at 6am just so they don’t have to share me with the other pupils and can get my undivided one-to-one attention. They basically just want a cuddle and to do some colouring in. The day before, I had given them a colouring book and some crayons (as a secret). They sit on my knee and we cuddle and colour in silence.

The other pupils arrive around 7.15am knocking each other off their feet and running towards me screaming my name. School starts at 8am, when the hand-held bell is rung.

They sing their morning song (the national anthem?) and raise the Haitian flag high above what remains of the school. This ritual is carried out every day and is the cutest thing in the world.