I'm not James or Sara, but I can tell you why *I* didn't like Haiti. I was there once, and that's another place I don't want to ever go back to. It was many years ago, probably close to 30, and it was the first cruise I was ever on. Back then it was just called a Caribbean cruise, and I took both my children, who were very young. One of the ports was Port-au-Prince, Haiti. I liked going to the rummery on top of a mountain, and I still have the bottle of rum I bought there, but the rest of it was pretty bad. Everybody had their hands out, including the two men outside the rummery who were holding roosters and that I took a picture of. We were in a private car, and the driver took us to all these places that tried to sell us things. In town, we walked around a bit and visited the market where I got a few things, but it was so disheartening to see all the beggars that were lame or had other things wrong with them. It was fascinating, though, to see women walking in the street carrying huge loads on top of their heads. I remember the walk back to the ship was one we could barely make, as it was so hot, and we were so tired. As soon as we got on the ship, we went to an air-conditioned lounge and got sodas. Michelle was 8 at the time, and full of vim and vinegar. She kept bugging the piano player, and finally he started playing and singing, Go Away Little Girl. That was so funny!

But I would never return to Haiti.

Diana San Diego, California