Dr. Vincent DeGennaro Jr. '02 | Dec. 18, 2013 | Notre Dame Magazine
“Welcome to Haiti,” I said with a smile and hugged the resident as she arrived at the hospital. Shortly after, we loaded up into a white SUV and headed out for the Central Plateau. I asked the driver to take Route 9, the long road that winds around the city, to avoid the constant, grating traffic of Carrefour. He obliged with a smile.
Twenty minutes outside of Port-au-Prince, the SUV cruised along Route 9, dodging potholes the size of small craters, carefully choosing the easiest spots to move over the uneven asphalt. Two cars in front of us suddenly slowed to a stop, and screams rose above a baseline of frantic shouting. On the right side of the road, a mass of people swarmed around a yellow school bus that was perched precariously over a drainage ditch, perpendicular to the road, its rear emergency door open onto Route 9. Our driver slowed to a crawl and pulled into the left lane to pass around the mess and continue to the Plateau.