Here are a few pictures; Maria and Kiki at the falls, the Paramount Chief in Drodre, and a fisihing harbour in Jamestown. I just went to Jamestown yesterday, we paid a local to give us a tour of the fishing community, I would never wonder through there on my own. It was a wild experience, being in the presence of such poverty makes me try to figure out how to react. Povery and the lives of these people is much more than any academic can explain. I have been trying to bridge the gap between theory and poetry; between understanding the quantitative theory and the heart and soul and pain behind the matter. It is easy to distance yourself from the heart of the matter by convincing yourself (to some extent) that this is just how it is and there is little we can do in the grand scheme of things. But when you understand that these people want to be in love and want their children to be successful just like everyone else it is hard to feel distant. Comming to grips with reality is in a sense becoming a martyr; common things like splurging don't come without a guilty concience. Don't get me wrong, I really believe that we need to do the things we love and do things for ourselves to stay joyful and healthy, Jesus partied and splurged, but the rest of his time was spent homeless and caring for the poor. He didn't party and live in riches. It is a concept that is hard to get around because we can come up with really smart ways of justifying a lot of actions that are simply greedy. There are some basics, don't make it complicated just because you want to make it comfortable. This is something I struggle with everyday.