What's new in Guyana?

Looks like I’ll make it!   Reminds me of a song.   With the start of school on the horizon, I can say that I still have my wits about me after this August of laying low.   In my spare time, I was able to make: *birthday cards * “piggy bank” for the loose coins *checkers set *coasters *pencil parking lot.   (I hope NOT to see anyone running around the yard with a pencil.)  The last volunteer that stayed at the house left behind a bicycle.   It was not a pretty sight, but seemed sound with a few repairs.   I scouted out a man who repairs bikes and soon enough it was back in order.   Yes, it could use a paint job, but those who really know me know I don’t care.   If it’s too pretty, it will disappear and I am fine with it as long as it gets me from A to Z.   I have ridden it into New Amsterdam and will say it provides a nice ride.     Walking or riding in New Amsterdam always garners greetings of “hello Whitey”! Whereas, in the village I get “Good afternoon, Auntie”.

10 August 2014 Last weekend the village held a Cultural event that I thoroughly enjoyed.  Dancing, drumming, African food and dress.  Big contrast this weekend. I took a day trip to Georgetown today to meet up with some other PCV and go to PCHQ to complete a survey; pick up mail and 3 bottles of bug repellent.  It was a crowded car trip over and back with 5 in the back seat of a standard sedan.  I must say that drivers in this country are quite skilled.  No more comments about that..... I arrived back in my quiet little village to an 8 foot wall of speakers that spread across the street.  IN FRONT OF MY NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE.  sigh....  Normally, I enjoy going to bed before 10 on Saturday night so that I can be ready for a 5:30AM bike ride to a 6AM Zumba session.  Dream on ....not this night!  During the week a local elder died and a wake was held.  What comes with a wake?  LOTS of food.  I helped prepare pholourie (they look like donut holes), cookup (ric