Arrival

Exiting the airport there were blown out tires randomly scattered across the parking lot. A wave of humidity accompanied by a breeze met us at the first breath of what seemed to be fresh air again. Being the minority we draw the attention of many faces just leaving the airport. It is only the beginning though. We had a two hour drive that allowed me to start taking in the culture. The air smelled of burnt tires, wood, and horrible exhaust, but it did not bother me a bit. The drive showed the true poverty of the country side with bumpy roads with many shacks and markets on the sides. It was night time and many places seemed to be abandoned except for those who had candles or the fortunes of money such as the gas stations of course, to light up their property. Tomorrow I will be meeting my host family.