Driving through the Haitian countryside, I spot a huge column of smoke rising from the grasslands near the ocean. Surely, this must be a problem? A fire raging, out of control, in a rural area just outside of Port-au-Prince.

I have my driver, Gaston, weave his way down donkey trails so I can investigate.

This is just one of the many strange moments I encounter every time I am in Haiti.

It’s such a change to be editing something that is not conflict based or political. I had fun playing around with this piece.