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18 August 2008


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I've never got further than Mexico City and my mental pictures of South America come from youthful reading of 'The Voyage of the Beagle' and 'Lost civilisations of the Incas' so it's fascinating to see your photographs. I imagine the gifts are brightly embroidered woolen scarves and bags.

Wow, great memories and a great post. It always comes back to community building to make people feel better doesn't it? It must have felt wonderful to help.

Janet : yes a brightly coloured woven bag and a small, multi-coloured crocheted blanket but the scarf was pure white, very soft wool.

Cybill, yes being involved in those projects at first hand and seeing them at work taught me a lot. The good thing about them was that they were Bolivian (and local) in origin and the indigenous people were wholly involved in running them. Thankfully, not a case of a 'solution' being imposed by people hundreds or even thousands of miles away. For example, the driving force of the particular project I wrote about in the post was Tibursio, the man in the blue hat on the far right of the picture. He had lived his entire life in shacks in the slums that surround La Paz, so knew better than any outsider what his people needed and wanted.

One of my organisation's main tasks was training the project organisers to raise funds in their own country, taking account of local economics, customs and preferences, which they did very successfully.

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