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Wam deh?

7 Feb

Translation: What happened there?

Yea, so I’ve been absent from this blog…whoops. I have a valid reason…a really gross valid reason.
I got a bite/sting, which led to a bacterial infection which led to cellulitis in my right foot.

Consequently, I had to be flown out of Lethem, where I was celebrating Heritage Month in St. Ignatius, and went to Georgetown for medical treatment.
5 days in a hospital decreased the swelling, but then I had to go through debridement (minor topical surgery where they remove the top layer of skin and dig out the infection).

All in all – about 5-6 weeks off my feet in October/November. And then the doctor said that I shouldn’t go back into the interior. Well, I didn’t listen. I went back in January. So there are more stories to tell.

But you’ll have to wait. Now, I’d like to show you my disgusting foot pictures:

Catch up!

25 Apr

My updates are few and far between. I know this – please accept my apologies!
The problem is that I rarely have internet…I have to go to a small town called Lethem to get access and even then it’s not always reliable nor is it always fast. Lethem is about an hour away from Shulinab when the roads are good (rainy season = bad roads).

So I’m just gonna do a run-through of what’s been going on.

Rupununi Rodeo, Easter Weekend

  • I watched many vaqueros (cowboys) get thrown off their broncos and bulls.
  • I also watched a GBTI (bank) sponsor representative partake in bareback bronco riding…for someone with no experience I was impressed that he didn’t fall off immediately after the gate opened.
  • Beef was definitely a big part of my diet since meat on a stick is THE thing to eat at Rodeo.
  • I wore a cowboy hat and pretended I had the right to wear it – like everybody else.

Falls, Work, and more Falls

  • I tried out my Vibram toe-shoes (thanks to my parents for sending them to me!) at Kumu Falls. They were well used in the creek, on rock beds, on boulders and fallen trees, and along trails as well.
  • I went to Moco Moco to demonstrate some book keeping processes to the managers of the Moco Moco Falls Tourism sector. It was my first one-on-one financial management session :D
  • Rewards for travelling to Moco Moco: spending time with a fellow VSO before she leaves to go back to Indonesia and meeting awesome people, one of whom took me to Moco Moco Falls to do more river-walking and boulder-climbing
  • I began to admire Amerindian grannies.

    When an urban grandmother says they’re going for a walk, they mean for a short trip around the block.
    When an Amerindian granny says they’re going for a walk, they mean a half-hour walk, a climb up some steep stairs and down, climbing rocky banks and boulders, a dip in a river, and back over the rocks for the half-hour walk back. Amerindian grannies would own urban grannies.
    Nuff said.

Goodbye Georgetown, Hello Rupununi

12 Mar

Okay, so I didn’t post as much as I thought I would upon my arrival into Guyana. Whoops.
I’m going to summarize some points to get you all caught up on my life. Fair warning, this is going to be a long post with no pictures because my internet is slow slow slow.


  1. I got distracted by orientation, prepping for the move, and meeting loads of people hence why there was no post before I moved to my village of Shulinab.
  2. Mash happened. Mashramani (a national celebration not unlike Caribana for us Torontonians) was on Feb 23, 2012 and a bunch of us partied as is, naturally, required. This means I was in no condition to blog during the days leading up to Mash and the ones following it.

Georgetown to Wowetta

  1. Three of us got shipped off…by shipped off I mean we got packed into a pickup truck for a very bumpy ride (the roads are terribly pot-holed) into the Interior of Guyana. All our belongings and two scooters were jammed tight on the truck bed. We left Georgetown at night and made it into Wowetta in the morning where we spent a day and a night.
  2. I got to visit the Aranaputta Peanut Factory which is an enterprise led by some brilliant women. They provide peanut butter and cassava bread as part of a school snack program to the surrounding villages. The peanut butter is delicious and au naturel. The purpose of my visit was to gain a bit of knowledge on how the business was run and what successes and challenges occurred. I got a chance to take a look at their books (sales, expenses, etc) to better understand how accounting for businesses operates in the Interior.
  3. Kids have never made me laugh harder. Miss Zita from the Wowetta Nursery School asked if Samson (another volunteer placed in Aishalton) and I would like to interact with the kids for the day while we waited to go to Lethem. We obliged and were rewarded with songs (the kids love to sing!) and very entertaining games of football, cat & rat (cat & mouse to us), and a walking race. Yes, a walking race – watching kids hold themselves back from running is pretty hilarious. We also had them spell words for us.

    Me: Do you know how to spell ‘tree’?
    Kids: YES! T-H-R-E-E. “TREE!”
    Miss Zita laughs. I am a bit stunned.
    Miss Zita then tells me that I have to point to a tree if I want them to actually spell the kind of tree that grows from the ground.
    So you see, the kids weren’t wrong; I just wasn’t specific enough. One, two, tree.

Wowetta to Lethem

  1. Lethem – It’s a small town. Nothing really special about it, except that it’s the only place where I can probably do internet research, answer emails, and blog to you all. It’s also where you’d go through to go to Brazil – you can cross without a visa/passport to Bonfim which is a short walk’s distance from Lethem.
  2. The drive into the Rupununi is amazingly gorgeous. That description doesn’t even do it justice. Imagine rolling savannahs with a perfect view of mountains all around. A lot of people told me how the Rupununi is a beautiful place, but I never imagined it like this. And I get to see this stuff every day!

Here is where I cut this post short – I don’t want to kill you with too much info. The next post will be about my new home.