Back from Bolivia
After exploring the woods, we had to get into some taxi's again to go back to Santa Cruz. Once we got there, we played some basketball in the Parque Urbano next to our hostal and after that, some bad bacteria got to me and made me dead-sick that night. I couldn't remember feeling that bad since a long time, but the next day I could finally get some sleep and little by little I felt better again.
So luckily I could join the rest of the group on the 21st when they went to a university of CadeCruz where they were going to give another workshop about CSR, this time to the happy few who enjoyed an academic education. All spanish-speaking SIFE members (including me) had to lead a group of students while they were
The next day was already our last one in Bolivia, and we spent it visiting another potential project in the sub-urb La Guardia. There, a group of Iranian tapestry-producers (we didn't come up with this) is teaching women in the neighbourhood how they can produce their own high-quality tapistry. We could witness a gathering where about 80 of these women turned up who appeared to be the heads of local associations, so they would pass the message on to about 1000 other women. Quite some multiplyer! After this gathering, we enjoyed lunch at the site where the tapistry was to be produced. Right now, they were still erecting the building were it was going to take place, but they had already made a lot of progress in a few months.
That night most of us went to bed early, because at 05.00 in the morning we took a plane to Sao Paolo (after we had opened our bags to let the Bolivia anti-drug force take a sniff) and after taking a look at that city for about 5 hours we continued our trip to Amsterdam. It was very strange to see all the neatly arranged plots of land and well-maintained buildings again, connected by trains and proper roads. The Netherlands is really conveniened to live in, but I hope I will remember the dirt-roads, the poorly-built houses, the run-down taxi-cars, the coca-chewing construction workers, the spicy smell of the jungle, the contaminated tap-water, the movement for autonomy, the big landowners and the small shopkeepers. The Netherlands have a lot Bolivia doesn't have (money being the most important thing) but Bolivia has a lot that I've never seen in the Netherlands.