I started the day early in customs at the airport in another attempt to get meds up in the directors office. The morning grew long after spending hours going back and forth between people and offices which was so frustrating. I even had all of the paperwork I needed from the ministry of health and everything, I still couldn’t get through with nothing but delays to get meds out of customs. There was a line of patient’s waiting at the church for a mobile clinic, this time with the other clinicians there prepared to see them, but I was hoping to get the meds to bring to use in the clinic. Instead I spent hours, with several people, including even a police officer who was a cousin of my friend Bertrand, all trying to help me persuade people to release the meds. They let me obtain the bags to go through them and it was even more disappointing to see that a bag had been damaged and opened with items missing. We had to verify the list of meds with what was in the bags, but they still would not release them. We stayed all day until about 3pm when they insisted on wanting money or that I would have to come back the next day. I decided at that point I was done with the process and would not return and instead let Americares reps, the company that donated the meds deal with the rest of the process to retrieve the medications. It was a lesson learned and in the future I’d focus on getting medications in country rather than trying to bring them in to go through customs. Fortunately the clinicians waiting at the church went ahead and saw all of the patients which was such a relief and reminded me that God works things out on His time. Around 3 pm we were warned that there was a lot of commotion going on and we needed to get to a safe place as loud sirens could be heard and traffic came to gridlocked standstills. Businesses, including airport staff and schools were shutting down now and everyone was rushing to get home. It was all political issues and reminded me of the time I was working in a clinic in 2011 and when BabyDoc arrived in town we had to shut down the clinic and rush back to the guesthouse to avoid trouble. I convinced some of the others to go out to eat since it was the end of my trip and we went to a nice lounge called Eclipse at Delmas 31. There was a broadcast of the political state and it had to do with the President Martinelli not relinquishing his passport to prove his Haitian citizenship reportedly. They were accusing him of being American and wanting him out of the country, at least that was the rumor. After we were watching the news he eventually surrendered his passport to prove he is Haitian . Then it was all good and people were celebrating. He was also a popstar and had songs and they began playing his songs in the lounge we were in and many folks were celebrating. We enjoyed food and drinks and spent some hours chatting. The ambience was really relaxing with the dim lights. I had my usual tasty dish, beans, rice, plantains and picklies but somehow it tasted different and good everytime. The plan was to spend the afternoon at the beach, but we had to change that since the upheaval occurred. I was supposed to be leaving the next day to return to the states, but didn’t want to go so was going to call the airlines. That night I met some missionaries from Texas at the guesthouse hosted by Haitians who had an NGO and we had a nice long chat reflecting on purposes of mission trips and the need to respond with actions to what is witnessed. We exchanged contact info to keep in touch.