(Since it was a truly spectacular day, I decided it deserved a post all of its own.)
Early on Saturday morning both families piled into a land cruiser. Our morning commute began by passing through Jacmel's town center.
Since there was no bridge, pedestrians waded through the nearly waist deeper water to cross over to the other side.
Thankfully we were soon past the dump, and the landscaped changed to jungle. Looking out the window I admired the majestic palm trees scraping the azure sky.
Back in the land cruiser we snaked our way down the mountain, around the jungle, past the banana and palm trees, through the smokey haze of the burning garbage dump, into the churning river and safely out the other side.
Since our first driver was no longer available and the tap tap drivers we called were all busy, we divided ourselves up between five motorbikes. .