
The men, especially in Port Au Prince, usually wear dress pants and dress shoes (with socks - can you imagine?) while they conduct business and travel to and fro. Even our employees will change clothes before we head in to Port so they look presentable. Not me. I figure I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb anyway, so why kid myself and try to dress alike?
My rebellious streak finally caught up with me, though. Last week I had an appointment in a government office in Port Au Prince. I entered the security line in the Department of Finances building. Things were going along well... I was chatting with Eddy about the pros and cons of a market economy (just kidding, he was probably still talking about Toro), and then we reached the front of the line. A large, uniformed Haitian man wearing sunglasses indoors pointed at my white shiny legs and shook his head no. Eddy looked at me and laughed. I protested, but I knew I didn't have a covered leg to stand on. I asked Eddy why this hasn't been a problem in the past, and he said "Look, man, we have a new president now. You can't just do whatever you want in my country, man. This is seewious." He offered to help me find a pair of pants from a vendor on the street to make myself presentable, but I was too proud to submit. Plus I looked ridiculous enough without standing on the street next to the National Palace in my underwear while I changed clothes.
Long story short, I have to go back to Port soon to try again. With pants on.
I'm sure I'll fit right in.
Don't worry, though, I haven't totally sold out...there's no way I'm wearing any dress shoes. I haven't worn anything but sandals since January 18th. Hopefully I don't have to meet with President Preval with my toes sticking out.
-TROY