These tanks sit at my hotel. Treated water. Ten thousand litres at a time. I can turn on a tap and trust what comes out. Safe drinking water should not depend on where you sleep. Everyone in Sri Lanka deserves it.
I came here as a tourist on a cultural journey. Everyone told me how beautiful the country is and how wonderful the people are. That’s what I expected.
I wasn’t expecting to finish each day reflecting.
Reflecting on the gap between what I have and what people here manage without. Reflecting on how normal clean water, reliable health care and basic infrastructure feel at home, and how visible their absence is here.
Reflecting on how quickly you understand why vaccines sit at the centre of daily life. Reflecting on how easily illness can become something serious when the basics aren’t in place.
Reflecting on why people leave.
And then reflecting on something else. What this says about us, about the choices we make at home, and where we spend our money. The gap between what we know and what we are prepared to act on.
We are not standing on the sidelines. Australia is already spending money in places like this. Bill sent me some background that shifted the question for me. Bill is someone I trust on these issues. He has worked in the sector, served on the board of World Education Australia and Good Return, and is widely respected by those around him for his steady commitment to social and environmental justice.
He reminded me that there is already a serious structure behind Australia’s aid and development work. The Australian Council for International Development is the peak body for Australian NGOs involved in international development and humanitarian action. Its membership includes more than 130 organisations working across more than 90 developing countries. Large agencies, smaller community based groups, secular and faith based organisations, all part of the same system.
This is not a loose collection of good intentions. There are standards, reporting, accountability. There are people who have spent years trying to make this work.
So the question changes.
It is no longer enough to say Australia should spend more upstream and less at the punitive end. We are already spending upstream.
So why does it still look like this?
Bill’s advice was simple. Ask people.
I won’t have the chance to do that on this trip in any meaningful way. So I am drawing on what people in this space have already heard when those conversations do happen.
The answers are not complicated. People want the basics to work.
Clean water you can trust. Waste systems that don’t sit in the open. Health care that is close, reliable and affordable. Jobs that provide steady income. Transport that gets you to work safely. Schools that lead somewhere real.
They want consistency. Not programs that arrive, run for a while, then disappear. Not pilots that look good in reports and never scale.
They want work more than workshops. Income more than messaging.
They want to see where the money goes. They know aid exists. They also know it does not always reach them. That creates scepticism.
And they want to be asked at the beginning, not at the end.
None of this is surprising.
What is confronting is how closely it lines up with what I am seeing.
I thought the story was simple. We spend too much on borders and not enough on the causes.
Now I can see a more nuanced version of the story.
We are already part of this. Money is already flowing. The question is whether it is reaching the right places, whether it reflects what people actually need, and whether we stay long enough to see change last.
That is what I am reflecting on now.
Not only what I am seeing, though what sits behind it. Who decides. Who benefits. Who gets heard.
None of this is an argument for blank cheques, donor vanity projects or money that never reaches the people living with the consequences. It is an argument for asking harder questions about what works, what lasts and who gets to decide.
The next step is obvious.
Ask better questions.
Then listen.

I am drinking a cocktail standing in water that you wouldn’t dream of drinking 





