The largest slum in South Africa, Khayelitsha, is a township just outside Cape Town. It’s composed of around 400,000 residents, most of which are Xhosa.
It’s so much different from the expected mental image of an African slum, as it’s both on the beach and cold and windy. Residents walk around in parkas rather than t-shirts, at least in the winter, and the ground is white sand rather than clay or mud. Continue reading Khayelitsha, South Africa
It’s always been amazing to me that a slum in Central America looks exactly the same as a slum in Uganda which looks exactly the same as a slum in India. The omnipresence of corrugated tin is staggering. But the residents of the slum don’t notice that. They’re a part of it. You’ve got to step outside of it to fully understand it. Continue reading Barter & Trade In Developing Markets
In late September to early October 2014, I traveled to Liberia to document the ebola outbreak for a few nonprofits (through Silent Images for SIM and Samaritan’s Purse). I covered most of the ebola stuff in my previous post.
There wasn’t a lot of free time in this trip. I’m normally able to cram in a few free days on a trip, to wander around and see the country. And, after all, there’s not a whole lot of quality sightseeing to do in ebola-afflicted Liberia. The furthest I went solo from the SIM/Doctors Without Borders ELWA compound was taking Dr Fankhauser’s Mitsubishi Pajero out for a quick joyride to get b-roll shots of Monrovia, and that almost ended in jail due to a few eager Liberian cops who saw a big white dollar sign driving down the road. Continue reading Looking at Slums From The Hotel Ducor
“If I spin it just right, I’m in Wellington until tomorrow seeking venture capital. That sounds pretty impressive. It’s technically true-ish, because I’m always seeking venture capital.”
Whenever someone asks me my favorite place, I never hesitate. It’s New Zealand. Objectively and subjectively the most beautiful place on earth, probably because it’s as far away from the rest of the world as possible and, thus, a high threshold of entry for humanity. If you get there, you’ve wanted to get there. Continue reading The Nicest Restaurant In New Zealand
Drive a couple hours south of the Texas border, and Mexico is more like a medieval Tuscan village than the violent images conjured in our media. Continue reading Guanajuato, Mexico
I’ve never really felt at danger at any point in my travels, any more than you do on a drive to New Mexico or a commuter flight to Atlanta. In all likelihood your home neighborhood is a more dangerous place than anywhere save a war zone, and I mean that.
Liberia might just be a war zone. Continue reading Ebola Outbreak in Liberia