The last time I was on my way to Haiti, it was in the back of a Canadian Forces transport plane. I was surrounded by pallets of bottled water, medical supplies, even a full size, bright yellow search and rescue helicopter. The soldiers were excited. They were among the first to be sent to the devastated country a day after the January earthquake, and about to do something "really important for those people", the young corporal next to me predicted.

A few days later, I watched another batch of eager Canadians - sailors this time - wade ashore at Leogane, the community at the epicentre of the quake. They were just as excited, just as determined to make a difference.

Did they? Has anyone?

Two months later, the Canadian soldiers and sailors have packed up and left, Ottawa declaring the immediate emergency over. It has yet to announce what exactly it will do next. Aid groups continue to help as they can, plagued by disorganization and the world's flagging interest.

And the Haitians? Well, by all accounts, their plight is different, but no better. Hundreds of thousands still live in rubble, or under tarps as the rainy season bears down. There is more clean water, and the injured have been mostly treated, but rebuilding is still a distant, uncertain
concept. The future a huge question mark.

So today, as I travel to Port-au-Prince on a regular commercial flight from Miami, things seem much more settled, much less... well, urgent.

But are things any less miserable? I'll let you know.


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