Third World Resourcefulness

National Sport – Baseball

I recently had my first experience in a ‘third world’ country. While having traveled in more than a dozen countries, this recent visit stood in sharp contrast. Prior to leaving home we had been coached as to what goods and resources would be helpful to bring for the local people.

We had arranged accommodations at an all inclusive resort. We noticed that the people in the nearest village did benefit from the ‘gifts’ that people had given them during their holiday at the resort. So we decided to visit a distant village to share the goods we had taken along.

Cabby for Hire

We hired a cabby for two and a half hours at the cost of the Canadian equivalent of $40 to take us to a distant village, about an hour away. The first thing that struck me was the cab which was older than me. Imagine riding in a car from the early 1950’s still considered reliable enough transportation. What made the durability of the cab even more amazing was the condition of the roads. We spent a third of the time driving on the left side of the road to avoid pot holes and washouts. We spent another third of the time driving on the shoulder where it was smoother than the road. The hour’s drive got us about 40 km (25 miles) from the resort.


When we arrived at the village we were well received despite arriving without advance notice. The subsistence lifestyle meant there were plenty of people out and about in the village. Once the local people realized we had t-shirts, baseballs, caps and shoes to give away word spread very quickly. They were eager to receive gifts from us and responded with deep appreciation. It was interesting to see some of the young people coaching others, making sure they thanked us in English.

Next year

One woman who walked up to me did not reach out her hand when I offered a t-shirt. I wasn’t sure what to do till her neighbour signaled to me that she was blind. It didn’t take long before we ran out of gifts. I had a twelve year old lad who asked if I had a t-shirt in my knapsack for him. I told him I had run out. The look of disappointment was clearly evident. Still very polite. The only thing I had left was a can of pop. Not what I had in mind. At best a minor consolation. I’ll have to look him up next year.

As we drove away from the village that look of disappointment stayed with me. We had come too far for me to retrieve something from my room. I was in tears the first ten minutes as we headed back. Even now as I write this I am in tears.

Coffee time

On the way back the cabby asked us if we would like to stop for a coffee. We welcomed the offer even though we hadn’t seen a restaurant or coffee shop on the way down. About 20170130_114615twenty minutes into our return trip the cabby pulled over at a farmstead. On the way out he had stopped briefly and called out in Spanish. I guess that was our drive-by coffee order.

We were welcomed into the sparsely furnish concrete house and given a chair in the living room. The living room had a colourful porcelain tile floor. While we waited I was pleased to see that they had some basic appliances. The house had a fridge, a tv and a radio. On the wall hung a framed medical diploma of an older son who did not live there. The kitchen was in a separate shelter to keep the wood heat used for cooking out of the house. They made sure no goats or chickens wandered into the house while we visited.

The grandmother served the coffee to the four of us in identical navy blue miniature cups. I thought it was excellent coffee – and that from a non-coffee drinker. When we were ready to leave I wanted to leave her a small tip. She absolutely refused it. When I offered her a Canadian flag pin, she felt honoured to receive a gift.

Before leaving I took a picture of the family, grandmother, mother, father and daughter. The grandfather had decided to not hang around while we were there.


Cacti and barbed wire fencing

Visiting a third world country is so different from reading about it. The resource- fulness of the people is amazing. They improvise, they manage without, they do double duty with what resources are available. Everywhere we looked there were goats or chickens. There were no lawnmowers in sight. Between the free ranging goats and chickens and the tethered cows and horses and the penned up pigs, the job got done. No annoying lawnmower motors, not even at the resort. Fences were made of barbed wire and reinforced with a hedge of cacti that were regularly trimmed, probably so they would spread and keep the goats in. Even so, goats would be grazing along every road we traveled, often scurrying to get out of the way of the occasional car or truck that drove by.


The ‘gifts’ that I gave away came completely from my own dresser of plenty. Having collected t-shirts which are liberally handed out at special events, Race Against Drugs, Anti-Bullying, Sea to Sea, SumoBot etc, end up lying unused because the event is over. Had I simply donated them to a local charity I would never have realized how appreciative over 2 dozen people could be with one person’s surplus clothing.

This experience has increased my commitment to raise funds for the Sea to Sea cycling tour crossing Canada this summer. Sea to Sea is an agency that has set a goal of raising 5 million to fund projects in Canada and overseas to help end poverty, one person at a time.

The next time I hear someone around me say, “But I have nothing to wear,” I might be tempted to step up on a soapbox and shout out a rant.


Author: Jasper Hoogendam

After 36 years as an educator my career ended due to a TBI. Renewable energy as part of 'walking lightly on this earth' has been and continues to be my interest since my teen years. Since early 2015 I have been learning to live with ABI (Acquire Brain Injury). I don't want to let my ABI limit the goals I set for myself. I'm living with a different brain, not a lesser brain. In sharing my day to day successes and struggles, I am better able to understand how my life had changed and begin to accept the change. In sharing my experiences I'm hearing from caregivers and fellow ABI's. I'm encouraged when my experiences are helping others understand some of the complexity of living with ABI.

6 thoughts on “Third World Resourcefulness”

  1. That’s great Jasper. Where were you, Central America?
    I’ve taken books, especially puzzle & game books to the Pacific Islands & PNG.
    Sudoku can bring many people together, as long as they can count to 9, language is irrelevant.

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    1. We were a remote area of Cuba away from the 5 star resorts. I have a year to collect things that are relevant to take along, a bike ($30 shipping) spanish books, knapsacks, clothes, hats, basic tools etc. I like your idea of sudoko. Will plan on a longer stay next year. My daughter-in-law is disappointed that as a US citizen she is banned from coming along.

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  2. Well said! Not being able to experience it personally, it is a privilege to read about the impact this trip to a third world country made on you. It is something we are aware of but experiencing this brings it to a new level.

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    1. When I think back on places that I’ve read about or seen pictures before visiting the change of view is profound. Visiting the place suddenly feels like I’ve had blinders removed. I know that blinders are used on horses so they aren’t distracted from their job. We all have blinders even when we are in a situation. Each person’s blinders are set at a different angle. Hence the different responses or descriptions of the same event.


    1. We were given a few pointers before we left home which helped with some of the prep. The trip was an insightful learning experience. It comes on the heals of our prime minister being raked over the coals for his ‘kind’ words with Fidel Castro’s funeral. The criticism coming from the Cuban refugees who were ousted when Castro came to power. The people I met in Cuba speak proudly of Castro for leading the revolution and given them their independence. They have moved from being used as slave labour for the rich Cuban landowners to living a subsistence lifestyle. They have gain a bit in material comforts but the biggest change is that they live with hope and with dignity. That’s why I didn’t use the word ‘poverty’. The people live very simply but the word ‘poverty’ didn’t cross my mind while I was there. They have a top notch health care system with universal access. The country places a high value on education with a literacy rate of 98%. The highest of any country in the world. I am eager to find out more through first hand contact by going back for a longer stay. In a small but real way I felt I was being the “Hands and Feet” of Christ as I shared what I had with me.


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