They could be Dolphins

Eau du Kap runs through Cap-Haitien. After leaving the mountains, the river meanders northward across fertile farm land, watering huge fields of sugar cane and thousands of smaller jadens - planted thick with bananas, plantains, beans, potatoes, cassava, carrots, onions, and many more legumes than I can identify.

At the river's mouth is the the port of Cap-Haitien. There is one large-ish container dock. Judging from the size of the ships, I suspect that the port of Cap-Haitien could use some major dredging.

Every day, when we leave town to head south to Milot, we walk across the one bridge over Eau du Kap to the large bus depot/market on the far side in order to catch a taptap home. Each time I cross the bridge, I see something new - thousands of shanties on either side of the river; pigs and goats foraging through the garbage in drainage ditches running down from town; small shops set up for welders,woodworkers, and mechanics; and the tens of thousands of folks who live along Eau du Kap.

Like kids anywhere in the world - whether it is pier-jumping in St. Croix or lake-swimming in St. Paul - they know how to take advantage of a river on a hot afternoon.