In the last two days, my father and mother have each arrived for a one month Guyana stay, coming in for our Memorial and until after our upcoming Circuit Assembly. Since I'm in the habit of updating the blog roughly once or twice per month, my father has stepped in to share things from his perspective. So here goes.
Long boring waits in airports followed by moments of rushing and panic in airports followed by long boring waits in airports followed by moments of rushing and panic in airports followed by..... Oh. We made it.
|Here is our amazing taxi driver, Brother Nankumar. If I become a movie producer and need a stunt driver, it would definitely be a No Problem job for this incredibly talented man.|
|The first view you get of Orealla. You can faintly see the chalk hills|
off in the distance. The word Orealla is Arawak for "red ore", so named
because of the cliffs.
|The dock in the heart of the village.|
|Some of the brothers who arrived to aid with the luggage. |
Note to self: Next time bring a wheelbarrow to the airport... and Brother France.).
|Sister McKenzie, one of the Special Pioneers in the Orealla congregation.|
Now just to clarify one point. The main road is a sand footpath about 6 feet wide. There are NO CARS in the village. Foot traffic is the majority, followed by bicycles, men with wheelbarrows, powered scooters, motorcycles and the rare 4 wheeler. One of which is the Police car.
Everybody smiles and greets you as you pass, you can walk up to any house and take pictures of the macaws in their tree. If you see a piece of fruit, you take what you can eat right then and all is fine...
I think so.
So there you have it. He'll periodically post blog updates throughout the next few weeks, possibly interspersed with my own.
But until then, here's another picture he took that didn't necessarily fit into the storyline he'd constructed.
|"Welcome.... to Jurassic Park!"|