Cars, Roads, Seeds and Piggies
About that nice old black government Cadillac and peoples’ response to it: You can guess what it means when people scowl, turn away or scurry when they see a government vehicle. In this case they smiled and waved. I was even more impressed when I learned that Caddy had never driven that road before. When new, it was reserved for top officials in the capital. As it aged, it became available to lesser dignitaries, and finally, it became the courier car to the hinterlands. This was its maiden voyage to the sticks, replacing an older, army-brown Chevrolet the people were used to seeing. What’s your take-away from that?
The roads themselves hold tell-tales. Too often, First World observers only see the dirt and dust. Pavement isn’t that important. I was looking at drainage and underlayment where the road ran over ditches and small ravines. What is its year-round wet-weather condition and capacity?
I had Roberto stop several times. I saw lots of careful rockwork, both recent and old with newer repairs; old supports with newer culverts; runoff management and steep places where heavy wood and iron beams had been inset herringbone-style to provide drainage, “corrugation” and improved traction during heavy rains. I learned the government had supplied most materials and some supervision for local volunteers completing the work and then maintaining it.
Another tell-tale: Few of these improvements would accommodate armored and oversized, overweight vehicles. The government invested in common-folk travel and goods-to-market, not transporting the juggernauts of oppression internally. This is not what you find in many Second and Third World places, where they either provide for tanks, or virtually abandon rural areas to their own fates.
Other clues in bazaars and marketplaces: Aside from consumables heavy on protein, sugars and carbs, you look for “future-leading” goods: an active market in seeds, piglets, lambs and chicks. A lean-to displaying crudely-made cane knives and machetes ranks way below a lockable enclosure featuring replacement saw blades, hammer handles and heads, sections of sheet metals, heavy shears and hand drills. When you see two under-35 guys in a crossroads village bazaar enthusiastically negotiating a deal for a 50-piece tap-and-die set while the shopkeeper happily serves them coffee—as I saw that day—that’s an excellent sign of “health in the boondocks!” Even better, folks picking through bins of small electrical parts!