was water everywhere. We had to ford water run-
ning across the road in several places. We had good
services while up there and one wedding, my first
in Haiti-in fact my very first anywhere, come to
think of it, in which I actually officiated. It was quite
a deal-everybody and his cousin there, especially
for the reception following at the groom's house. They
gave us cola to drink first, then "liqueur." It doesn't
have any alcohol in it. It is a sickeningly sweet
syrup flavored with some kind of herbs or something
(I couldn't take it). Only the Christians make it
without alcohol. The rest of the wedding party drank
theirs down with relish. Two swigs was all I could
manage. Then they gave us each a plate with a piece
of the wedding cake on it and several cookies. I
munched on the cookies like the rest and was just
about to start in on the cake when they took it away
from me. I don't know exactly what happened to it.
I think they said something about the fact that it was
supposed to be saved. I was hungry, hadn't had any
breakfast (the wedding started about 7:30 in the
morning, and we had been out collecting the wedding
party in the jeep before that). I didn't know if I was
going to get anything more to eat or not, but soon
they said something was prepared in the other house
nearby. It turned out to be a good meal of plantain,
chicken, beans and rice, bread and coffee.
 Sunday afternoon just before we were ready to
start out for home, I asked a soldier at the guard
how the road was.
 When he said it was impassable and we would
have to go around by way of Dessaline next to the
mountains, I knew it would take an extra hour or
more-it did! That's a terrible road in good weather
-what would it be like when rivers are flooding?
The mud was bad, but the jeep can get through that
any day. When we got near the river I saw that the
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