Within 24 hours last week I visited 2 different communities. 90 minutes apart, same time zone, different worlds.
First we went to Shada, the largest slum in Cap Haitian. A rabbit warren of tiny, winding alleyways dotted with bits of metal, wood and half constructed blocks that served as homes. Teeming with people, children would come from everywhere, to look, laugh, beg, or simply shake your hand. The tiny alleys served as playground, sewer and tip and, when darkness fell, you would need to be an expert to navigate yourself around. This is one of the poorest communities in the world. People here eat clay cookies, patties of dirt from the ground, baked to give just the vaguest impression of food. Families here don’t name their children until they are 5, so likely is it that they will not live that long. We were visiting a community clinic with a Doctor we help to fund, and a project that was concerned with establishing, relatively, hygienic toilets in communities like these. Little beacons of hope in a dark place.
The next day, travelling home, we had a few hours to kill in Florida between flights. We decided to do the tourist thing and go on the boat tour of Fort Lauderdale harbour, complete with commentary of the riverside mansions of the rich and famous. The contrast was, of course, surreal, stark and jarring, from one of the very poorest to one of the richest communities in the world.


Sounds like an amazing trip.
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Understatement of the year! The difference in life depending solely on where you are lucky/unlucky enough to be born is shocking.
The following article is an interesting concept for the redistribution of money, not sure how realistic it is though:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/money/blog/2009/nov/19/charity-third-salary-toby-ord