But after visiting the village of Moale, deep in the jungle of Central African Republic, the water issue for me is always going to be these three beautiful girls:
It’ll be a mother like this:
Or a smile like this:
I took each of these photos while they gathered water at this dirty spring, miles from their village, as they’ve probably done for every day they can remember:
The injustice I feel that people are surviving on water I wouldn’t let my cattle drink from, is balanced by the hope, joy and happiness I found with everyone I met in Moale and several villages like it.
The same hope you’ll see in this video we filmed last week, on the day Moale finally got clean water after more than a decade of trying:
I’m not sure exactly how this trip will change me, but I’m sure it will. I’ll share thoughts here on my return. If you want to keep up with my travels I am testing a Spot GPS unit that will share my location each day.