Like Port-au-Prince, Cap-Haitien was not super tourist friendly. Once off the hotel grounds I felt as if I were the only white person on the streets. This duck out of water feeling did not disparate for on every street I crossed someone yelled out, "blan, blan" ("white" in French/ creole). Children as young as 5 or 6 even got into the mix. I never felt threatened, just clearly identified by my color, and it was an odd feeling that has stuck with me for days. Clearly there is tension between the races, though not entirely unwarranted. According to my guidebook the occupying French were the most sadistic of the colonial slave owners, cause enough for the slaves to uprise and form their own nation of Haiti not long after the American Revolution. For this American white guy it was super odd to see all the revolutionary depictions, so similar to the American versions only with Haiti's own, "black Washington". Sadly, this freedom did not last as some of the former slaves ruled Haiti with equal oppression. For the past two hundred plus years, Haiti has been been on this rollercoaster of boom and bust, democracies and dictatorships and once again, since the 2010 earthquake, the country is slowly rebuilding itself anew, the only question is, what kind of country will Haiti become