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Haiti, in front of Megrat International Airport.

A full five or six Haitian locals gathered in front of Joey, speaking half-baked English, soliciting guests.

Due to the colonial relationship in the last century, the main local official languages ​​in Haiti are generally French and Creole. However, with the invasion of American forces in recent decades, English has gradually become the language that the local people generally learn. One, especially these hawkers near the airport.

They have faced various tourists all year round, and naturally they have learned some simple exchanges.

Taking a few steps back and staying away from these 'passionate' crowds, Joey's eyes swept over the expectant eyes of these Haitians, and finally selected a guy who looked the most pleasing to the eye as the tour guide for the crowd this time. .

"Just you."

"Thank you, sir!"

Being selected by Joey, the dark-skinned Haitian immediately showed an ecstatic expression, and immediately reached out to take the luggage from the fortune teller.

"I'm used to taking it myself."

Raising his hand and staggering the outstretched arm of the other party, Joey still has a [Voodoo Doll] hidden in his backpack, and naturally he is reluctant to put it in the hands of others.

In the face of Joey's refusal, the guide didn't have any displeased expression on his face, and continued to say with a grin.

"I understand you, sir, in fact, I was about to remind you that when you go out in Haiti, you must be careful with your luggage, and if you carry it, you must put it on the other person you can see, or carry it on your back. Front……"

"In recent years, due to droughts and earthquakes, the local public security has become worse and worse. Many tourists have encountered thieves just after leaving the airport, and because of these people's actions, fewer and fewer tourists come to Haiti. Even the business with those of us has deteriorated a lot."

From the mouth of the tour guide, Joey got a general understanding of the local situation in Haiti.

Last year's earthquake caused a devastating blow to the local economy. A disaster of this scale is a fatal disaster even for a rich country, let alone a poor country like Haiti that has no ability to rebuild after the disaster. The disaster brought the original government down.

More than hundreds of thousands of people were left homeless because of the earthquake, and the riots that these sorts of events sparked brought down the previous government.

However, the new government is not much better.

The new president relied on the power of voodoo to secure his position, and the people were afraid to speak out because of fear and anger.

"If I remember correctly, during the earthquake, many countries around the world donated money to the government at that time, and the United States donated more than 100 million US dollars in aid?"

Hearing the tour guide mentioned the previous earthquake, Angela, who was beside her, couldn't help but speak.

"Donation, that kind of thing can't fall into our hands at all. No matter how much money the world gives, it will only end up in the government and the president's wallet. If you go to the place where the earthquake occurred, you will see it. , that place has always been like that since the earthquake, and many so-called 'international people' went there and left after taking pictures, and they didn't care about the lives of the local people."

Haitians' dissatisfaction with government corruption is obviously not a day or two.

In fact, before taking office, every president said that he would actively combat corruption. However, once they took office, they continued to loot money. Over time, the locals in Haiti lost their confidence in the so-called elections.

After venting their dissatisfaction, the Haitians in charge of the team's tour guide began to react.

I took over the job myself, not to complain about dissatisfaction with the guests.

"It's all my fault, ladies and gentlemen..."

He quickly restrained the expression on his face, fearing that the guests who had finally arrived to leave in front of him, the tour guide grinned and showed his white teeth, and said in a pleasing manner: "Although many places have been damaged due to the earthquake, the Crown Prince The bustling area of ​​Hong Kong has basically been repaired, so this will not affect your travel itinerary, and then I will serve you, San Chedru, you can also call me San directly."

Having a local Haitian as a tour guide did make the next action of the Amanda team go a lot smoother.

With the help of Sang, everyone got into a dilapidated minibus and drove towards Port-au-Prince, the capital of Haiti.

Along the way, they did see a lot of people wandering on the streets. Their clothes were ragged and their faces were full of empty expressions. On both sides of the road, they could clearly see the broken and collapsed houses, some Haitian ones. The locals lived directly in the collapsed houses, only using rags as roofs to block the sun.

"..."

Although, from the place of action, Amanda and others have already learned about the local backwardness of Haiti from various sources.

However, when I saw it with my own eyes, it still made everyone's heart a little heavy.

Feeling the silence of everyone in the minibus, Sang, who was still introducing him, also closed his mouth.

In this way, after driving silently for dozens of minutes, the number of collapsed and broken houses on both sides of the road gradually decreased, some noisy hawking sounds gradually sounded, and even some high-rise buildings that could not be seen before appeared sporadically around~www. readwn.com~ Okay, distinguished guests, now we have entered the capital of Haiti, Port-au-Prince, which is the most prosperous city in Haiti and a local tourist attraction in Haiti. Many attractions are here, but some of them are due to the earthquake damaged due to..."

Looking at the scene outside the minibus, the originally silent tour guide Sang also spoke up and introduced it to everyone in the car.

Through the window of the minibus, Amanda and the others could vaguely see vendors gathered on both sides of the road, selling various local snacks or some vegetables and fruits. Twos and threes of Haitian locals are picking out the goods.

Occasionally, you can see the familiar English logos on some clear packaging. Port-au-Prince, as a local craft center in Haiti, has industries such as sugar refining, rice milling, cement, pharmaceuticals, shoemaking and clothing, but because of capital invasion, these Industry was almost dominated by American-dominated foreign capital.

"Wait a minute, I will take you to the place of accommodation. After you arrive there, you can rest or go out to play according to your wishes. There are many local Haitian vendors near the accommodation. Guests can buy items at will, but , these hawkers have the habit of cheating tourists, under normal circumstances, the price of ordinary snacks or commodities will not exceed thirty gouges..."