Finding the Balance
March 20, 2009
I’m recently returned from three weeks away, traveling in foreign countries that offered a wide range of interpretation to the phrase “living green”. The bulk of my time was spent in the Republic of Georgia, working as part of a Department of Interior / International Technical Assistance Program (ITAP) team sent to provide focused training in the use of Geographic Information Systems (GIS) software to the Georgian Ministry of Environmental Protection and Natural Resources. I was in Georgia for sixteen days, based mostly in the capital city of Tbilisi.
I enjoy running a great deal, and normally like to run while traveling in places like Georgia. However, my motivation to see the city on the run was squashed by the often dismal and dangerous air quality. The main culprits: burning plastic (#1 and #2) and lots of poorly-maintained vehicles jamming city streets. Someone at the Ministry laughed out loud when I asked about any recycling of materials such as plastics.
OK, so Georgia has been a democracy free from the Soviet regime since 1991 and it’s fair to say that living green may take a back seat to more some basic needs there. A parting thought on my Georgia experience, the wretched plastic bag dominates the Georgian countryside. Most views are cluttered by these evil things. It hurts to look across fields of plastic at castles dating to the 12th century. Plastic bags are blown into bushes or anything else that can hold them, often joined by other pieces of recyclables or trash. Again, this country is doing well given their recent history and I am sure this consciousness will rise and balance will come as conditions improve for Georgians over time. They are a very strong and proud people.
Contrasting that time in Georgia was my arrival and brief stay in Germany, where every blade of grass feels in place and the idea of living green is well-entrenched. My budget hotel had recycling containers everywhere, a low-flow shower, motion-activated lights, and on and on. The keen observer quickly notices that the waste stream is minimized at every opportunity by aware and green-choosing Germans. Few plastic bags here, mostly reusable ones. Land use and other realities forced this country to consider and work towards sustainability years ago.
I returned home from these travels to my beautiful family, hearing of their life experiences in my absence. My four and seven-year old sons seemed to live a lifetime while I was away. I normally car pool with colleagues here at Glacier, but have chosen to start back in the “Whitefish Car Pool” next Monday. I needed to be home when Sam and Gabe woke up these first mornings back; to experience the wonder of the simple world through their young eyes and minds. Though something feels wrong about driving alone to work when it was avoidable, something also feels very right.
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