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As project manager and initiator of the dry toilet project in Darewadi it was very exciting for me to document and analyze the current developments, existing problems and of course also to observe the positive influences of the dry-toilets. During the 6 weeks project visit in Pune we discussed the current situation with our partner the Ecosan Services Foundation and spoke about the next steps. Besides we had regular consultations between German Toilet Organization, the Guts For Change Team and all other Members of Non-Water Sanitation e.V.. The communication was very essential and also helpful for the successful project implementation.
The questions which now probably appear in your minds might be:
What happened to the donations? How many UDDTs have been completely constructed? Are the toilets actually used?
These questions and my personal experiences will be summarized now.
For those who haven’t seen em yet on our Social Media Page, here are two articles from the newspapers “Times of India” and “Sacal Times”. They both shape their very own truth and unfortunately just didn’t quite get it right, but its publicity – I guess… What’s interesting about the TOI article is the “Comments” section!
Somehow it seems that Maushami didn’t cycle with us at all…
A few weeks back, we were still in Istanbul, I had a skype call with a person I strongly admire, Dr. Bindeswhar Pathak. We didn’t talk for long but after the call I felt electrified. ‘He said we could do it!’. This thought went through my mind again and again. ‘He said it is possible to build a social business constructing toilets for the poor of rural India.’ That was all that I needed to hear from someone like Dr. Pathak. Read more →
We spent a few days in Delhi before heading off to Pune. We made use of our time to visit the Sulabh International Organization. The founder Dr. Pathak has provided Toilets for more than 10 million people with his organization. It is the biggest NGO in India.
What was it like to travel one of the worlds most notorious countries by road? Flashback. Thomas and Erik this time. Two lonely hungry wolves hunting for some kilometers. But the road was rarely given to us. Rationed by the police only a piece of cake here and there. Pakistan takes care of us in a particular way. There are people who wish us luck, receive and bless us with interest. There was Waleed. But the start was hard.
Taftan to Quetta by bus. Sitting on 20 barrels of Diesel. Fullstop.
You have to picture the sand and the bare landscape as no new phenomenon to us. Iran has not been different for the last 3 weeks. But what really makes it bare is an idea that hardens in your head while you feel yourself close to Afghanistan, close to Warlords and the Taliban. Non of which we end up seeing.
We arrived in India on the 17th of September 2012. This historical date for the Guts for Change Movement shall be celebrated honorable and beginning with this groundbraking new Video edited and produced by Grand Master Mustard Joe himself!
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Well I had to bother Patrick another 4 days in Dubai and I was condemned to argue with the rather unfriendly Qatar Airways hotline and pay fees after fees and eventually a new flight. I got a fligth from Mumbai to Germany in order to show as my „return ticket“. The second time I went to the airport I smiled at everybody broadly and showed all the patience of the world because I had already learned that even though I purchased the ticket, I was the one who wanted something from them and so I would have to get my best slime going just as they were used to it… They let me in and I even got them to take the bike without paying extra (they tryed hard!) Five and a half hours later I was warmly welcomed in Lahore, Pakistan. Read more →
After returning from Brazil my dear friend Patrick recieved me in his appartment in Dubai again. I had left my bike with him and the stuff I wouldn’t need in the mean time.The flight to Lahore was already booked and I knew that I would only have a few days in the city. I used that time to edit the two videos I had prepared in Curitiba about the Permaculture farmers and the Biker’s Club. Then it was time to pack my stuff and leave. Patrick brought me to the airport and we said goodbye. The guys at the security check looked a little puzzled when they saw me come with my bike fully packed, I had to answer all sorts of questions before they let me pass. When I reached the Check-in desk I was given a look as if I was a terrorist. „This Bicycle is not going anywhere!“ – said the hysterical lady who was probably in charge at that night. Read more →