To many people, Haiti appears as a scattered set of frightening stereotypes that can hardly be integrated into one whole: zombies, voodoo, taunton-makuti, Papa Doc and his son Baby Doc, poverty, civil war, permanent cyclones – and again zombies. All these terrible words have done their job – so far, Haiti remains one of the least visited countries in the world, although the climate favors tourism. Of course, not least this happens simply because all these stereotypes are not idle tales. In general, to love Haiti, you need to be born there. Or, at worst, overcoming fears, just to be there.
Four hours before departure, I sat down to watch George Romero’s old Zombie movie. I wanted to refresh my knowledge about the living dead. About their appearance, habits, habits and habits – about everything that can come in handy on a trip. On the screen, the zombies looked very scary. They tore people like candy wrappers. Continue reading