I was among thousands flown in after the 2010 quake, and was unsettled by the atmosphere
I arrived in Port-au-Prince a few days after the earthquake in 2010. I was a spokesperson for Save the Children and my job was to help set up an emergency communications team.
It was my first experience of a humanitarian catastrophe and I was overwhelmed by the scale of the disaster. I’d never seen anything like it. Neither had many of the aid veterans. The scale of the devastation and death – and need – was staggering. But what surprised me most was the huge appetite for debauchery among the foreigners who had flown in to help. I’d been expecting death. Perhaps I was naive, but I hadn’t been expecting sex.