Pirates of the caribbean, Part 2

As I returned to the ship, I noticed that Royal Caribbean was as good as its word to help the people of Haiti, as evidenced by these products on the dock awaiting cartage away to the people of the "private island" where in better weather we'd have been in the water, enjoying a lunch on the beach, or perhaps taking advantage of the zip line ride. The island itself has some fairly legitimate "mountains", although nothing like the hills of Tennessee, where I routinely terrorize my wife driving too fast up and down Monteagle. When we arrived, those Haitian hills were shrouded in fog and light rain. The ship was not completely full this trip, with a shade over 1900 passengers where 2200 was the maximum load. As we left Miami, with a first stop at Labadie, we expected to see some evidence of damage from the recent earthquake, but this area was over 100 miles from Port Au Prince, and other than the obvious grinding poverty as evidenced by the persistence of vendors and their hand-me-down fashions, I saw no evidence of a natural disaster, but certainly their nation is a political disaster. The ship set aside a bin to collect passenger's donated clothing, and every day that bin had to be emptied - we were generous in our giving, but the demand clearly would never be met. Haiti clearly was and remains a failed nation-state (says he, the political scientist) and only the people of Haiti can cure two hundred years of corruption and disorder. The hill they must climb is much taller than their fog shrouded mountains. They are a people with strong faith in God - they'll need it.