We headed out of Port-au-Prince to ejoy a swim on Saturday with our host Nickel and Soneide, Carl and kids...under a hut on the edge of the concrete pier, young folks hung out together and played competeing music with the next hut. Guys in boats would sell cocout to drink and spear fisherman surfaced with a catch of 4 crab and various fish to sell. Out beyond the edge where the kids play, there was always a dozen couple, spearated by a few metres, grinding and sexing (apparently you put the condom on before you enter the water) where they could get relative privacy compared to their home (?)...our hosts shrugged like 'what the big deal'and Sue and I agreed that we were raised by our mother afterall and why were we so pruddish? So for the NGOs that are focussing their HIV prevention efforts in the camps, they should really do a turn at "the beach".
