It’s been two weeks since our trip to Haiti. Over 280 people journeyed half way around the globe to help people less fortunate than themselves. The plan was to build 40 houses and by the end of the week that’s pretty much what we did, the job was done. But that’s only the headline story to what was an amazing experience for all those who took part. Many of those who travelled here may return next year, some may not, but I doubt if any will forget their week in Haiti.
I was part of the advance group of foremen who arrived a few days early to prepare for the arrival of the main group. We thought these few days would be about familiarising ourselves with the site, organising materials for the houses and a chance to work alongside the locals to get a feel for how the Haitians build houses. Little did we know, there was no time for any of that! The houses where the volunteers would be staying were far from ready. We spent those first few days checking and repairing plumbing and electrical, setting up beds, mattresses, pillows, mosquito nets and fans for each of the houses. The main site kitchen had yet to be set up and the equipment to be installed…as soon as the concrete floor had been poured! We had a mountain to climb and there were times I thought we weren’t going to make it. But with the help of the locals and the tireless Haven staff we managed to pull it together. Sunday came and the main group of volunteers arrived, oblivious to the chaos that went before, and took up residence in the houses as if to the manor born.
Monday came…. the first day of Build it Week, and I got to meet the carpentry team. Trish our team leader did the first roll call of the week – I should have known she was a teacher, it was such a breeze for her! She works with special needs children back home and she brought all of that warmth and good humour with her. Everyone loved her….if Carlsberg did team leaders…
The team was split into two groups. The first group started work on the roofs of two blocks of houses; within a couple of hours things were running quite smoothly. Leaders emerged naturally; some of the guys were used to organising their own crews back home. It’s the people who never set foot on a building site before that really amaze; teachers, accountants, journalists and brokers carrying timber and galvanised sheeting all day in the blistering heat.
The second group of carpenters are working at the other end of the site building an extension to the local school as well as constructing a basketball and volleyball court. The mortar for the blocks and the concrete is all mixed by hand, all the sand for plastering is sieved by hand – its back-breaking work but nobody complains – they’re here to do whatever needs to be done.
In the evenings there’s time to relax and have a few beers. Team night out is dinner and drinks and we sing all the way there and all the way back on the bus. I’ve never seen a more united group. The following night is talent night and turns out these carpenters have got talent and it’s not just with timber. The whole team turns into a dance troupe raising temperatures even higher with a brilliant version of YMCA coached by Laura a woodwork/dance teacher who has got the moves on the dance floor as well as on the roof.
The week goes by in a flash. All the roofs get finished. In five days, 17 roofs are completed, the school is plastered and painted and the kids are slam dunking on the basketball court. All the work has been carried out in temperatures of over 44 degrees, these are record highs even for Haiti! I still don’t know how the guys on the roof managed to work in that heat with no shade from the sun at any time of the day.
But the trip isn’t just about building houses - lifetime friendships have been forged between people who a few days before would never have known each other and but for the unique mix of Build it Week might never have met. They’ve sweated, laboured, laughed and danced together all week and all for the same reason – to help a little. The experience has touched each of us. Imagine – it’s a little slice of what Lennon was singing about…
