The first time I experienced the power of international relations was in 1982 at Jamboree in Rotorua, when I spent a lot of time talking to women for the first time, for me, from other countries. The confidence that comes with testing yourself physically and emotionally, and the satisfaction you feel when you finally get to drop your pack after a six-hour tramp is powerful. I'm pretty sure my ability to persevere through adversity was partly honed while learning to dig the perfect latrine. My camp blanket and the badges that I sewed upon it were so treasured that I buried my dog in it. Today, there aren't so many latrines being dug. There are a few more space camps and tech camps and eco-warriors and leadership expositions. The opportunities to experience community service are still there. 