Modern extractive culture

After a big work day in the garden in the hot sun, I spent a couple of hours on Saturday night watching two fascinating films.

The first one was following a truck driver and his fear-in-his-eyes companion who was learning from him how to drive the Road to death in the Andes. The film shows touches on Pacha Mama culture and rituals.

The second one was The Racing Cyclists Of Burundi about the cyclists transferring loads of up to 100 kg on their bicycles across Burundi, the smallest and poorest nation in Africa.

I could not help thinking that the volume of resources being extracting from the jungles, and sold to industrialised nations for a pittance, while they remain extraordinarily poor, rather sums up how far we have gone wrong.