Colombia - Sanitation, Self-Settled Camps, and the Aid Nobody Thinks to Send
Pereira sits at about fourteen hundred meters, on a ridge in Colombia's coffee belt, where the Andes run in three parallel ranges and the air stays at a temperature that locals describe, with some justification, as eternal spring. Below the city the slopes fall away into valleys planted with coffee and plantain, and the wax palms, which grow taller than any other palm on earth, stand along the ridgelines like badly spaced lamp posts. Two hours west, over the last range, the land drops into Chocó, which is among the wettest places on the planet. Some stations there record more than eight meters of rain a year. It is also one of the poorest departments in the country, and almost none of that water is captured, treated, or stored. Standing on a hillside in Chocó in the rain, you are looking at an engineering problem that has nothing to do with scarcity.