One for Me and One for Jo

Essequibo Pics: Part 2

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Here is the rest!

[The sandpits - white, white area of sand that is a quarry. They dig sand and send out all over the country. This family and the goat (mum's name is 'sewing lady') live right on the pit as the land was cheaper!]

[Charity and this part of the coast is so green. Skeldon is more built-up, but up here it is just rice farms in every direction.]

[Romel - his grandparents own the house we stayed in. He is learning sign language and is one of the three publishers covering over 200 miles of deaf territory. Great young brother - 17 years old]

[This is one of the the Kingdom Proclaimer boats from the yearbook. They use it for river witnessing to visit the villages of indigenous down river]

A great week had.

Essequibo Pictures: 1

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I promised pictures to highlight my trip to Charity, the place of yearbooks history and lush green and water. This post will also serve as a catalogue for Jo who needs to decide if she wants to visit this area and do river witnessing, or if she wants to go to Orealla - see other posts - and laze on a beach... Deal or no deal Jowanne.

[Part of the trip is a speedboat for about half an hour out in to the ocean around some islands and back into the mouth of the Pomeroon river]

[We stayed in this massive house of some brother's grandparents, who happened to be English!]

[Cutest lil deaf girl to whom I was teaching vocab through drawing. She was hilarious as every time she picked a colour on the iPad, she would look at her finger and swipe the screen and check her finger again looking very confused at the invisible ink)

There will be part 2, as this post is too heavy for my internet.



See you on the flip-side.

A Picture Collage From Essequibo...

 

Ouch...

Embracing this medium's temptation to bare all and give a fully transparent debrief of my happenings I thought I would let you all know what I have been doing for the last couple of days:




Yep! Delhi belly grabbed a good deal on Kayak, jumped a flight and came to visit. I have no clue what is going on as I have not eaten anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps my intestines were having sympathy pains for dad, or that they too wanted to sit down and watch the new avengers film that I picked up for one pound in our local DVD shop (no piracy laws in Guyana) and the four seasons of Big Bang Theory courtesy of Nick the English-man. I have tried everything, eating Oreos, ice cream, curried chicken, curried aubergine, EVERYTHING.

It has resulted in me missing my first meeting in a year since arriving here... Well, 11 months. Shame.

Well, Sheldon (a name everyone here calls me as they don't understand most of what I am talking about), raj, Howard and Leonard await...