So I Am New At This...

In response to the vitriolic, patronising comments, I have changed the setting on the youtube link to public so you can view it!

LOL  - nah, no one was mean, but I just wasnt sure how to limit the link... Oops... Anyway, fixed now... I think.

Today is Independence Day in Guyana, celebrating the expulsion of the British in 1969 - so far it is very low-key but I am sure the music will be resounding in no time at all and sleep shall elude me for another night.

Ciao peeps...

The things you see...

Guyana is filled with so many amazing and beautiful things: the animals, the plants, the crocodile I saw today on ministry, the rare butterflies you just squat without a thought ;)... It is easy to take things for granted after such a long time of being here.

Well, today I share with you the dancing monkeys of Guyana. Only found here in Guyana, these monkeys are amazing and yet tinged with sadness. Born with Caribbean rhythm in their bones, they are dropped at a young age by their mother in a designated spot, and there they remain, dancing... Til they can American slide no more and they drop dead with a stillness they had never before known. I hear there is going to be an NGO set up to try and drip feed these poor specimen to keep them alive beyond recorded ages and perhaps give them a life they have never experienced.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JvzBY-rlk9U

Donations can be made on the link below...

Www.suckergivemeyourmoney.com.org

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I was in a car crash!

Hey there Peeps!

Well, before you see this picture and weep for me, let me save you the lamentation - this was not a picture of us! I just thought it looked more impressive than the vehicle in which I was travelling.  ;)

Myself and my friend Lizzie (from my cong in London) were travelling to town. Lizzie had been visiting us on the coast before heading down to Lethem to resume her do-gooding in the jungle. It had been an 'interesting' weekend for a whole host of reasons, but I digress.

We got in a car and the dude seemed mostly with it, then about ten minutes into our journey, there was a line of traffic ahead. It got closer, and closer, and WHAM. We ploughed straight into the back of it after skidding for about ten feet, once the brakes had been applied, the wheels locking and us skidding in the rain. Lizzie hadnt seen it coming so was relatively unscathed as she hadnt tensed up or anything. She whacked her leg on the seat in front, which later ballooned. (This was later topped by her toe being nibbled by a rat in her hotel, but again, I digress!)

I seem to have come off a bit worse - as most of you know I have all kinds of wrongess in my joints and shoulders and back etc. Well, I did see it coming and duly braced for impact, which jolted my neck and back and blah blah. That morning, I had used the shower and something had popped between my shoulder blades. Post-impact, I now am having trouble breathing in deeply as the knot in my back is right between the blades and absolutely kills. Throughout the day, both of our necks and backs were hurting and I came out in a huge headache.  Gotta love whiplash.

A four hour bus ride back into Skeldon and I was in agony with every bump and bounce of my adopted country's stupid infrastructure. Despite having unearthed 800mg ibuprofens in a shop, the pain wont go away and I slept really badly and today am feeling far more sorry for myself than humanly appropriate. I desperately want the Hagan Daz chocolate chip ice cream that is in the supermarket, by it is ten quid and far away from me and my ability to hobble.

It is a bit scary the roads here and how quickly one becomes used to them, until something happens. I was very thankful that we were unhurt and definitely have a renewed appreciation for wearing a seatbelt.

So, in all, a bit of excitement to blog about. My inspiration for blogging has waned a little of late, so at least it gave me something to share! ha.

Laters... going to eat the chocolate orange I bought in town yesterday!!! Tres excitement.

DTG.x

You guys have winter to ruin your pioneering...

My excuse

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Anyone out there...?

Apologies friends for the lack of posts, I know you have been lamenting my absence from the bloggersphere.

We have had a really mean vomitting virus going around just lately, which then made friends with a diarrhea bug, that then brought a weird dizziness/fatigue condition along as a plus one. It has systematically been wiping out our cong. So, three weeks later, I am out of adult nappies and can face the world once again.

It is hard when one has been sick for a time, or away on holiday or something, to get back into the physical and mental routine of pioneering. I am finding it really hard to get the motivation to go out. I think Jehovah knew that so sent one of my studies to my house to request me to come to his house and study with him and his wife! Shamed! I went down and turns out they have been having really bad troubles of late in their marriage. I was able to sit with them for three hours and look at various scriptures (and draw on my wide knowledge and experience of marriage).

It was one of those true experiences where you feel an angel was your assistant. I am terrible at remembering scriptures, but literally, I just opened the bible and it was the perfect proverb, the perfect psalm, the perfect Ephesians verse. I really felt supported by spirit and it was so lovely to see the couple take in the wisdom and be so thankful after.

Well, that lasted two days. I then go round on Wednesday for our scheduled study and all hell is breaking loose again and the man is threatening to move out. So once again we sit down and go through the same scriptures and talk and three hours later, they are in tears and declaring their love and saying how Jehovah is keeping their marriage together! The next day, they came to their first meeting! They were both so effusive about how Jehovah is helping them and they are so thankful for his support and wisdom. It made me smile a lil.

I just got in from a lovely 8 hour day of walking and burning hot sun but met some lovely people today and had a great time with my group.

Feeling a lil better about the min for next week.

Hope all the pioneers are doing okay and feeling Jehovah's support in their ministry too.

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Today's little bit of trivia

I have been living in my apartment now for a year or so, definitely over a year. I love it here - it is on the third floor of a building and has no walls! So it is open plan and has a constant breeze coming off the river in front.

Today, something seminal occurred. When I moved in all that time ago, I took possession of a used stove with a used propane gas bottle. I am not sure how 'used' it was, but definitely it was not new. Now, most people replace these every four months or so, with regular use. If you cook lots of soups and things like dhal then every two months.

Well people, ready yourselves, mine ran out last night for the FIRST TIME - that's right, it lasted a year. Now, I cook everyday, make coffee with boiled water and all such regular pursuits, yet mine lasted a year.

I have always taken pride that perhaps a biblical miracle was taking place, whereby my jars were being refilled due to my faithfulness. I just wish it worked with the rum bottles.

So, a milestone has passed. 

Interesting eh... Yes, it is my day off and nothing has happened so far. Am waiting for juice man to come by on his bike so I can buy breakfast and fresh cherry juice from him. So, just swinging in my hammock...

Wow, nothing happens here...

Oh, nice scripture : isaiah 53:4,5 - can I now count my time?

;)

Well, that was a little bit amazing...

What an amazing week - seven days spent in the Rupununi region of Guyana, at the feet of the Kanuku mountains, in the town of Lethem.

At the other end of the country, Lethem is officially in the interior of the country, on the border of Guyana and Brazil. You can get there by bus (average of 14 hours) or a plane (1.5 hours). Originally planning to go on the bus, but being denied due to overcrowding, five of us took the more expensive option of the plane. Myself, Luke and Laura (from New Amsterdam) and a Guyanese couple travelled across the country on a little 14 seater plane.

Our lil plane

Close enough to touch!

We were a little jealous of the others in the bus, traversing through the savannah and forest on the ground, but were still blessed with a birds-eye view of the landscape. I was surprised by how much was savannah and was hoping to see herds of animals but to no avail. The lil plane didnt really go that high, so as we passed through the mountain ranges, we were eye-level with the summits, blanketed by the dense rainforest. Once we had arrived, and at the end of the week's journey, we were glad that we had not taken the option of the bus. Although it was supposed to be a 14 hour journey, both ways the group had a 24-hour trip. They were stopped by break-downs, missing ferries and trees across the roads. Although they were all terribly upbeat about it and made use of the delays to preach, we could see the bags under their eyes, the crick in their necks and their hunger for a bed. Although twice the price, the plane was definitely the best option!

So, we left on the Friday and reached Lethem in the midday. A wander around the town showed us that Lethem was not going to be the mecca of joy and excitement. A small town that is a bit like Milton-Keynes, it is very functional as a border town and not really much there. The main attraction of Lethem is definitely the surrounding villages and communities of Amerindians. Friday was just there to get settled and check in with people and get ready for the next day... What follows is a blow by blow diary of what we did. I could be more eloquent with my tales, but am really tired! Look at the photos if there is too much writing.

Jordan - Hampstead boy - good example to all

Saturday saw us all walking to the next village  - St. Ignaecious - to the site of the Special Assembly Day to be held on Sunday. The structure is called a 'benab' and is a traditional meeting place for villages. It is when the village council would meet, where meat would be shared and judgements made. What an amazing place for an assembly. Expecting around 250-300, we helped clean it up, lay out chairs, make general repairs and tried to cover over the pagan signs and symbols covering the place. It was a chance to meet some of the locals and learn some names and faces.

Such a cool venue

After about 5 hours of work, someone suggested driving out to some waterfalls - yes please! So, we cram into my congregation's bus, who had driven down, and head off into nowhere, with a 14 year old at the helm. He navigated us through scrub land and forest with no discernible tracks for over half an hour, with big holes in the road and lined by massive ant hills. Eventually, after turning back three times, all having to get off to traverse a rickety-looking bridge and feeling thoroughly beat up from the journey, we arrived at some beautiful waterfalls at the foot of the mountains. Truly a sight for sore eyes and a welcome relax and time for play.

My cong having fun

Luke and Laura - Like somehow pulling off a flat stomach!

Sunday was the day of the assembly and we were very excited. Luke and I had been asked to do the only demonstration on the programme and we were both very nervous, not knowing the audience and all. We realised how 'English' we speak when talking to each other, rather than the Creole accents we usually push. As we set off, it started to rain, so I managed to thumb-a-lift from a passing Chinese man - nice! We were amongst the first to arrive and thus were there to see people arriving in trucks and tractors from the far away villages. They mostly wore casual clothes for the two hour or so journey, so as to preserve their meeting clothes. The assembly was honestly one of the best I can remember. It might have been due to the fact I didnt have to interpret, or the venue, or the intimacy of there only being 260-odd there, I dont know, I just know I loved it. There were three baptised, and we got to watch them get baptised in the nearby river. I have always seen pics of Africa and other places where this is done and felt so honoured to see this for real.

This brother was sent ahead to check for pirahna!!!

The walk to the baptism - I tried to start off some singing, but didnt happen :(

People arriving from the villages

After the assembly, we all went for food. They have something down there that they call 'roasts'. It is basically BBQ - but you get a skewer filled with meat for less than a quid! Luke and I devoured the cumulative poundage of a few animals and still hungered for more. It set the theme of our dining experiences - perhaps it is the origin of the Atkins diet of something, but I felt near to getting meat sweats.

Monday we had the massive privilege of going preaching in some of the villages. We hired a mini-bus for the day (really expensive) and a driver (insane) and set off for an adventure. Prior to leaving, we had a pep-talk from an experienced brother about the culture of the Amerindians and some of the customs that should be respected. It was very different to the way we preach normally to the Indian and black people - humility was paramount. They are very proud people (in a good way) and obviously due to colonialism, are very funny about a bus load of white people turning up and spreading like locusts. Nevertheless, we had some lovely experiences and discussions and it felt natural, not at all as sensitive as they led us to believe. We managed to visit two villages, one of which had not been preached to apparently for two years. As you enter a village, the first thing is to seek out the chief or 'Tushou' and ask his permission to enter the village. In many, they love the witnesses, in others have never heard of us and in a rare few, are controlled by the Catholic churches and therefore deny entry. Thankfully, the two we visited were lovely and immediately welcoming. 256 magazines later, 66 bible teach books and a shed load of invitations placed (both english and a local language Makushi), we were completely spent. The people were so hospitable and welcoming and really hungry for the truth. We managed to arrange studies for those who travel out to Lethem once a month, left phone numbers for those who cannot and can study on the phone and email addresses for those who access the internet at an NGO library. All of us felt so blessed and privileged to have represented Jehovah to these people and we were all buzzing for days after.

So appreciative!

Michelle - Gilead graduate - doing a presentation to a school

They loved it

Makushi translation of the invitation

Tuesday we took the day off and took a trip to Brazil. I needed to go out of the country to re-enter and get a new stamp for three months, but all of us felt 'why not' when Brazil was literally 15 mins away. Luke, Laura, the Guyanese couple from the plane and myself crossed over with a local brother who spoke Portuguese as a guide. Although the Guyanese immigration hate us, the upside of being British was that we dont have to pay for a visa to Brazil, whilst the Americans do. So, it was really easy for us. Talk about a culture-shock - just an hour away was a real metropolis and a proper city - Boa Vista. We shopped around and looked like freaks, yelping whenever we saw nice bread, jams, cheese... I dont know: everything that we cant get in Guyana. We grabbed some wine and some goodies and then headed off for another meat fest at a restaurant.

Food glorious Food

A huge iguana!!!

Wednesday was a day in, preparing for the meeting. Jordan (Aussie but from Hampstead congregation, London, like me) is an elder and has been here for 4 years. He invited Luke, Laura and myself to join him to attend a meeting about 40 minutes away for an isolated group. Lethem cong has only two elders currently, yet each week, they send out an elder to conduct the meeting in Moca Moca by himself, to feed the 15-20 publishers they have there. He asked me to do a talk on the school and for Luke to do the highlights. As we were lazing around, preparing, I got a call from Jordan saying he had got bitten by a spider and couldnt put any weight on his foot. So, he asked for Luke and I to care for the whole meeting!!! What a privilege. We drove out with Samantha (english, been in Guyana for 3 years and Lethem for 2 months) and her friend from Trinidad who was visiting and man... BEAUTIFUL. They had built the little hall themselves and was essentially a hut. Luke conducted the study and the school, I did the highlights, and the number three talk, and then Luke and I did a Service Meeting item each. It was amazing to do those talks, with just 11 locals in attendance. What a privilege. Luke and I were just beaming all night - it meant a lot to both of us, and the locals were so appreciative as without Jordan, there would have been no brothers to conduct anything.

Kingdom Hall in the middle of nowhere

Lil old me being allowed to do talks :)

Cleaning out the lizard poop before the meeting

Last minute changes to the talks before the meeting under a mango tree

The sound system - Samantha's mobile phone and some speakers

As always - the kids are amazing

Thursday was a down day where we slept in and saw off some of my cong who were visiting (the others had left by now). Lunch with Jordan and some other need greaters, and then the meeting again with Lethem cong. This cong is a bit bigger, but only has two elders at present and one servant. The servant is due to go back to England soon, as is one of the elders... so soon they will be in real need - Jehovah will care for them as He always does. I was asked to do the number 3 talk again, this time to an audience of about 35. After, meat again!!!

Friday we packed and again took the easy flight back to town and to Berbice. A real culture shock to return to civilisation and black people and the different accents. Although we think of where we live as 'Guyana', I guess where we had just been is the real Guyana. Most of the country is savannah and rainforest and the Amerindians are the original inhabitants. The coast is the only area with the racial mix we are used to and much of the rich culture of Guyana has been lost to these ones. The Dutch and the British claimed the coast and drove the natives into the interior, so I guess there is a lot more to see of the country than the coasts I have visited.

I really cannot explain what an amazing week this has been - in sensory terms (the beauty, the mountains, the animals, the hawks, the sunsets, the colours), in spiritual terms (preaching in isolated villages, to those who have not been met for 2 years, to those whose first language is Makushi, being privileged to help out with the meetings, seeing ones at the assembly who travelled in the back of trucks for hours just to be there) and in learning about Guyana (different foods, words and ways of the Amerindians). You might gain a glimpse through my uncouth words, through the pictures, but really, the only way is to see it yourself. Guyana is in massive need - on the front line heading in the unknown villages, and on the back line, strengthening the 'spiritually-young' brothers and sisters and training them to study, preach and teach. If you can spare any time at all, think about making a visit!