Dr. Jack Wheeler
July 13, 2007
Picture an idyllic beach on a tropical island. The water is an intensely pure cobalt blue, gentle waves softly foaming upon the sugar soft sand. People are picnicking under the coconut palm trees that line the beach, children are happily playing, it's 75 degrees and sunny, the azure sky dotted with puffy little clouds.
The beach is set in a small cove, and built along the rocks on one side of the cove are picturesque little homes of the local villagers, whose livelihood is fishing. A number of them are doing just that in their outrigger dugout canoes a few hundred yards offshore. With the clear sky, you know it's going to be a spectacular sunset. Then you'll have fresh fish for dinner, caught by one of those fellows in the outriggers.
Paradise, no doubt about it, you think. Then you notice those picturesque homes are all in a state of filth and decay, even though they are lived in. The beach is littered with tires and other refuse. Under the swaying palms are vast piles of garbage and trash.
In fact, everywhere you go on the island, along every road (which have more potholes than pavement), in every village and town, there's trash and litter. Not dumps of garbage, but the villages and roadsides are garbage dumps of plastic bags, foil wrappings, pieces of cardboard boxes, trash, trash, trash every place you look. The whole island, it seems, is one big garbage dump.
Welcome to the Comoros.
More precisely, the Union of the Comoros, a prime candidate for the world's most screwed-up country and object lesson for how to ruin paradise.
So settle in your favorite chair with a glass of your favorite beverage (with refills at the ready), and let me tell you a true mind-blow of a weird adventure story about a lost corner of the world you never heard of.
Yet in this tiny remote spot, we can also learn how to deal with illegal aliens, how to have a peaceful and tolerant Islam, and how to save a paradise instead of wrecking it.
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