We were living and working abroad in Jamaica as young parents. We had heard that in Haiti the locals were producing beautiful art which was good to buy.
What a shocking place it was in 1979 in the days before the shocking earthquake. Such dire poverty and only a stone's throw from the rest of the Caribbean where the poverty is bad, but nothing like on Haiti.
The hotel was in a beautiful old French colonial style with metal balconies and verandas. We had asked for a cot for our beautiful blond baby,who was 9 months old. However, they had an American cot ....a put you up bed .......but no baby"crib". So we did a make shift job. Two single beds with a mattress on the floor wedged between the beds....perfect.
It worked well.. So one afternoon we left him for a nap with the door firmly locked and went downstairs for a cup of tea. When we came back the room was still locked, as were the widows, but no beautiful, blond,baby boy. We searched frantically for a good 5 minutes, going round and round the same bits of the room.
Finally we heard a little snore. He was under my bed. He had rolled to the edge of the mattress, kept on rolling under my bed and his mattress had popped up , sealing him under my bed. He eventually woke up non the wiser ready to play!!! Close shave!!!