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the primitive modes of transportation in Haiti as well as the lack of any real rules of the road, but the real eye-opener was just a few minutes away. We boarded a comfortable touring bus for our first leg of a trip to Port-de-Paix. While being somewhat crowded, it was comfortable and had air conditioning. The first leg took about two and a half hours to Gonaïves. It was there that we transferred to a bus that would have never been allowed on an American road. This bus was literally falling apart as we travelled, not because of lack of upkeep but due to the condition of the road! The “road” was more like a rocky riverbed with no water. It was indeed the roughest ride I have ever experienced in my life. This leg lasted over five hours with two breakdowns. I was now in major culture shock! No kidding, it took a couple of days to recover, not from the ride but from the culture shock. I now know firsthand what the term means and understand why mission boards have training weeks. Upon arrival in Port-de-Paix, we were picked up by veteran missionary Don Dryden and taken to his home just a short distance away. Again, I was very impressed that the Drydens had been in Haiti for forty plus years. God alone can give the grace for someone to stay faithful in a country like Haiti that long! I was equally impressed at the ministry that the Drydens had built by the grace of God. Bridget Dryden, Don’s gracious wife, prepared a quick meal for us and again we retired to our respective rooms. Bridget was given the load of feeding and cleaning for two extra men for the next few days and I was surprised at her resourcefulness. She could make an excellent meal at a moment’s notice with anything she happened to have in the house.