Mom and I went with Hannah and profs to see downtown, to the national palace and the area around there. I call this activity "disaster tourism" because with our cameras and our sandals and our white skin, I'm sure we looked exactly like tourists you can find anywhere else in the world on vacation. Except instead of wildlife or the beach, we were taking photos of buildings and people destroyed by the earthquake. And we weren't the only ones. There was almost a gaggle of Americans near the national palace taking pictures, and a busload of foreign nurses were dropped off near us at the cathedrale as we were leaving. I do want to go back to take photos of the damaged buildings, but maybe next time I'll go more low-pro and just walk around on my own.
Obama we need change.
A tent city by the national palace.
The national palace.
Documents in the rubble of the office of the Minister of Public Health.
A suit and a dress hang from the entrance to what were the offices of the Minister of Finance.
The ruins of the Ministry of Justice. Mom said it was the Ministry of Injustice, now it's had it's own justice.
The tax offices.
Walking up to the national cathedral.
Inside the cathedral.
Laundry hanging on the fence around the cathedral.
Hannah looks at the ruin that once was St. Trinity Episcopal church, a historic building that had these amazing paintings on the walls.
Mom looks at the ground after taking some photos of inside St. Trinity's.
Another view of St. Trinity's.
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