Monday, June 3, 2013

Guyana


This is basically how I was feeling the whole time. I didn't sleep much. I don't know how the missionaries do it.

Station lived in Guyana for the greatest amount of time, so he was really excited to show it off to me. The first day, however, was not the greatest. Georgetown is dirty and busy and crazy. Station was sure the visit was a bust. It was rainy and we didn't really have much to do. And, let's be honest, the place has a strange smell.

That is until we got to Cow Dam.

What a strange place. I still am not sure if it is real. There is no electricity, unless you use solar or have a generator and that still only allows for one small light bulb in the middle of the room. The toilets are pretty much never working and don't even talk to me about there being less than sanitary options for washing your hands. However, the roads are paved and the people are the weirdest and greatest.

One guy in particular walked past us at night and started talking about a large crocodile that used to live where we were looking out at. Then he started telling us that he wished he didn't live in Africa. Station tried to let him know that, GOOD NEWS! You aren't in Africa! Cheer up. But he wouldn't have it. The rest of the time there we would see him riding his bike around and he would always stop and excuse himself to say hello. I guess we are easy to spot when we are the only white people there.
 Such a wild place. One guy started yelling "Polish or English" at us. We didn't respond.

 I'm going to make hip shooting trendy. And the signs in the  West Indies are hilarious. What does that trumpet even mean? and the one above it, "stop doing whatever it is that you aren't doing".


We went to the Zoo and I mostly felt bad about their small cages.

 This Rasta guy gave us a ride to the church. He was cutting grass for his horse, which is looking a little thin.

This little boy may have very little as far as funds go. But right as I did the "ride the horse" dance he started singing that Si song. Station found a police hat in our host's "guard house" from when he was a Magistrate Judge.