My Final Reflections

by Elizabeth Trinh July. 12, 2016 472 views

The photo below portrays my view from the steps of the Guesthouse, which was where I stayed in the Eco-Village. As we were driving around the area to visit the Spier wine estate and the Enkanini informal settlement, several of my classmates who are from California commented on the similarities of the terrain to that of their home state. Despite the apparent similarities, it was indisputable that we were not in the U.S., especially when we walked through the houses (and I am using the word "house" instead of "home" deliberately) — if you can even call them that — in Enkanini. (I did not take any photos of the settlement out of respect. I felt that I was intruding in a space that I did not belong in.) My time in Lynedoch was a quick glance through a window of sustainability. I witnessed extreme poverty painted on the beautiful canvas that nature provided. I could not help but feel angry at the inequality in the world. (I did not — and still do not — know who exactly my anger should be directed.) When I left Enkanini on Friday and then the Eco-Village on Saturday, I could not help but think: can we change the direction of humankind? Is that change even possible? My realistic, even cynical, self says “no.”

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