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ThinkImpact: Experience Immersive Education

ThinkImpact (www.thinkimpact.com) is an organization that provides opportunities for university students to travel to rural communities to learn social entrepreneurship in a hands-on way. I have an intimate understanding of the organization as I participated in ThinkImpact Kenya this past summer (see previous post for description on my work in Kinani). ThinkImpact was founded by Saul Garlick. In 2002 he visited a village in South Africa only to observe children being taught under the trees, as there were no classrooms for them to meet in. Perturbed by this discovery, at 18 years old, Saul promised to build a school for the community once he raised $10,000 from friends and family back home. He succeeded in this endeavor only to realize during his next visit to the community that the school was in bad shape, although it did have sufficient space for all the students.

Saul found this experience to be frustrating, along with his experience in the newly created ThinkImpact organization through which he had already started providing opportunities for students to pursue traditional development work, because he realized that the traditional model for aid was often unsustainable and difficult to scale up. That's when the Saul, and ThinkImpact, pivoted its approach towards a human-centered social innovation and design model. The redirected approach is based on his firm belief in the power of market-based solutions to address the challenges these communities face in creative, sustainable and effective ways.

In the past, ThinkImpact has only had programs in Africa (South Africa, Rwanda, Ghana and Kenya), but is now expanding to Latin America as well (Panama). Unfortunately, due to the recent events that have occurred in Kenya my sources have informed me that ThinkImpact will not be sending any students there this upcoming summer. I'm assuming the organization made this decision based on the fact that they have had difficulty in the past filling spots for the Kenya program in particular, and they figure that the recent attacks will make getting students for the Kenya program even more difficult. On the bright side, ThinkImpact is expanding, and programs will be up and running starting this winter!

Original Photo Courtesy of Eric Chen

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During my stay in Bedabour, Ghana last summer through ThinkImpact, I was constantly surrounded by a number of village children.  They were always curious about the other scholars and I, and constantly followed us from place to place.  We were a novelty, and our manners strange.

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Dauda the Basket Weaver.  In the rural town of Bedabour, Dauda is the sole basket weaver.  Though his main source of income is from working on coco farms bordering the village, he takes great pride and pleasure from his weaving.

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Chintsa

I spent two nights at Buccaneer's, an awesome, beautiful backpackers in Chintsa. During my one full day here, I canoed a river, body boarded, got great Pizza with new friends from Europe, had fun at the bar, and enjoyed the warm weather and beautiful views.

I'll try to come back and write a full post later.

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Rainy Days in East London

After a long morning on a bus, I arrived in East London only an hour and a half behind schedule, which is not so bad for Africa. I was picked up at the station by Bob Clayton, who I'd met on couch surfing. He and his wife, Lesley, were my hosts for two nights in East London.

After a few errands, Bob and I went to their home. I spent the late afternoon on the beach, where I waded in tide pools and finished reading Cutting for Stone. We then went out to a bar, then another bar, and then home for a late dinner and drinking by the fire pit. I tried my first Biltong, which is everything beef jerky wished it was.

The next morning, while Bob was at a day long meditation retreat, Leslie and I went for a late breakfast (or early lunch) at a very cool farmer's market. Given the bad weather, we spent the afternoon at home, where I watched TV and used the internet. That evening, we went to a friend's to Braai (barbeque) and watch the South African Springboks play England, one of their biggest rivals, in Rugby.

It was a great game (SA won), great food, and great company.

We spent the next day driving around town, with sightseeing and a visit to a Koi fish show intermixed with errands. We went to a restaurant with an amazing view and delicious fish and chips. Later that evening Bob and Leslie drove me 40 minutes away to Buccaneer's backpackers in Chintsa, where I would spend the next two nights.

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J Bay

After a series of buses and taxis that started at 5:30am, I arrived in Jeffery's Bay just before sundown. I came to J Bay partially because my 13-year-old self used look at the of famous surfers there in magazines, and he wouldn't be too pleased to hear that I passed by without giving it a go. I went into the Quicksilver store and asked about a place to stay, and they pointed me just behind the block to a backpackers.

Jeffrey's Bay Backpackers was recently bought by the owners of Island Vibes, another nearby backpackers, and I arrived just as renovations were getting underway. There were a few employees and local friends sitting around a table, drunkenly lamenting the change of management and the new no-locals-allowed policy that would come with it. The backpackers wasn't supposed to take in new guests due to the renovations, but since the sun was nearly set and I had no car, they let me take a room for the night.

I had a look at the beach in what sunlight remained, went to a Spurs for dinner (a tacky Cowboys-and-Indians themed restaurant chain here), and then hung out around the hostel for a few hours. Before bed, I made plans with a couple of guys, a local and an employee, to go surfing in the morning.

The next day we rented wetsuits and boards from the Rip Curl store and paddled out to Kitchens, one of the two big surf breaks. The break is pretty far out and there were no other surfers out when we arrived, so I did not realize how big the waves were until we paddled out. They were all overhead, with some that were easily double overhead coming in. They were all clean and beautiful. I am no fantastic surfer to begin with, and I'm fairly out of practice, and I was pretty scared to drop in on a wave. Nonetheless, after a few false starts, I took the plunge and caught two very big waves. After we had been in the water an hour, some people paddled out who knew what they were doing. I had a good time, but watching the real surfers made me want to become a better surfer.

I spent the rest of the day hanging out at the backpackers, walking around the town and beach, and purchasing a bus ticket. I woke at 4am the next morning and walked a kilometer to a gas station, where I was met by a Greyhound bus that would take me to East London, my next stop.