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Though it sits just north of Brazil, Guyana still has yet to appear on the traveler’s radar–only about 5,000 tourists enter each year, according to Kirk Smock, author of the Bradt travel guide to Guyana and a consultant for the USAID-funded Guyana Sustainable Tourism Initiative. Often it’s just you, the staff, and the sounds of bird calls at the jungle lodges. Ninety percent of the population lives along the developed Atlantic region, which means that 80 percent of the country sees nary a human frolicking among the primary rainforest. Read more here …

Highlights: In the virgin forests, species that are endangered elsewhere reproduce successfully. You can still spot giant anteaters, jaguars, black caimans, and around 820 varieties of birds. (via


Well, it’s nice to see that my home country is ”going places”. I live in along the Atlantic area (or the low coastal plain) and haven’t been to the highland region, where the rainforests are but from the photos I’ve seen makes I itch to take a trip! Photographer’s Paradise folks, I’m telling you. I understand that we’ve got to have wood but I don’t like the idea of lots of people getting into lumbering, though we’ve got policies in place not everyone abides, and if you’ve enough green – if you know what I mean – almost anything’s possible.

There is one international highway, and it is still unpaved, which has kept much of the interior industry (including logging, gold mining, and oil prospecting) from dominating the landscape.

Actually, I see that as a good thing, not development-wise, but it keeps what life is there alive and well and not endangering them. Though the government preaches on protecting wild life, through excessive mining and logging things wouldn’t turn out so swell, especially if more easier access is going to be facilitated …

That waterfall in the picture I believe is Orenduke Falls because Kaieture Falls is a single, straight drop.

I’m not lying when I say that Guyana’s a very beautiful country, we’ve got more to go but we’re getting there, oh I’ve yet so much to discover! You’re all always welcome to visit!

Catch you guys later,

St.George’s Cathedral

One of my black and whites (well … the only one so far) on my photo blog.

Me, my camera and I

Located: on Church Street in Georgetown.Republic of Guyana, South America. A national monument.

St.George’s Cathedral (Anglican) built from 1892-1899 , is one of the world’s tallest free standing churches.   I’ve never actually been inside, well not as yet, but whenever we’re in town I love to just to stare at it as we drive by. It’s massive and I’d like to believe it looks even more huge from the inside. This is one of my best black and white yet.

If you’re interested you can read more about the church here.

Hope you like it,

P.S: I took this out while I was in a taxi, hence all the wires.

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Hi all, just a little note from little ol’ me

I know I’ve been posting mostly photos and reblogging a lot – not that there’s anything wrong about that since there so many enlightening and numerous posts to lift the soul are out there, those freshly pressed stuff are really great too – but I haven’t been finding time to actually let out the bottled emotions and recent happenings, hopefully I will soon.

Whats the happenings:

We were temporarily freed from school last Friday for the Easter vacation, not that I’ll be flying any kites because they don’t seem fun anymore. Sad but true. You see over here in Guyana kites are a big deal, really big, even my 44 year old uncle makes at least one every year! There are competitions for judging kites in various categories held all over the country. I didn’t even touch the frills of one last year.

Another uncle of mine (who really isn't my uncle at all) made these two for my sisters.

Before school was out, my 6th form class took part in the regional science fair and guess what? We brought second! The title was: Science, Mathematics and Technology: Unlocking potential for a green society. Our project was: Biodiversity Awareness and Promotion,we worked on making a Biodiversity Club to increase the awareness of the importance of life all around us and how we’re all interconnected. We took turns to explain when people came to our booth, nerves were jangling but we got used to it halfway through. My friends elected me to present to the judges, I surprised myself when I didn’t stutter or tripped over my feet.

We knocked that model up within a day or two hence the crappy appearance, I have a feeling our presentation won us the silver. On the left (with the barn) is a well maintained healthy environ, the other side is the opposite.

But we passed on nationals since it would take up the much valued time we need to catch up on our Cambridge A Levels (Math,Bio and Chem) to be written in Oct/Nov time. Right now I’m supposed to be working out Maths problems from the beginning of the text book up to where we’re at, but as you can see I’m blogging, somebody shake the devil outta me! There are two text books. I’m a WordPress junkie, I can’t help it, okay maybe I can, but ugh addiction is … well addiction, and I can’t quit cold-turkey.

The weather over here can be described as rainy, grey, lots and lots of grey and cold, I’m just shivering. It’s either rain, cloudy, or shine in the tropics, how would I make it in Alaska? I should be fine, I’m highly adaptable, or at least that’s what I tell myself … Some rice farmers were supposed to be harvesting around Monday but if the weather keeps like this it’ll be a disaster.

I’ll stop here for now, next time I’ll bore you all to death with how my new year’s resolutions are going.

Peace out and have a Happy Good Friday,

By the way, today is Hanuman Jayanti where we, Hindus, celebrate the birth of Lord Hanuman.

Poem: This is the dark time, my love. By Martin Carter

This is the dark time, my love,

All round the land brown beetles crawl about.

The shining sun is hidden in the sky.

Red flowers bend their heads in awful sorrow.

This is the dark time, my love,

It is the season of oppression, dark metal, and tears.

It is the festival of guns, the carnival of misery.

Everywhere the faces of men are strained and anxious.

Who comes walking in the dark night time?

Whose boot of steel tramps down the slender grass?

It is the man of death, my love, the strange invader

Watching you sleep and aiming at your dreams.


 This was one of the twenty poems that I had to analyze for my CSEC (Caribbean Secondary Education Certificate) examinations I wrote this year. It’s also one of my favourites. In this poem Mr.Carter, a Guyanese, describes the arrival of the British troops in what used to be British Guiana at the time of independence. Our narrator is engaged in conversation with his lover, referring to the invading soldiers -the’ brown beetles’ – and the effect of their presence on the country. He sees the soldiers bringing death with them and destroying the dreams of innocent people.

(Note: After independence, British Guiana became Guyana, a ‘y’ replacing the ‘i’ and more formally known as Co-operative Republic of Guyana)

The repetition of the line ‘This is the dark time, my love’ emphasizes on what a dreadful and fearful time it was. They were almost there, almost free of the British hold.

Even Mother Nature herself was aware of the struggle: ‘The shining sun is hidden in the sky. Red flowers bend their heads in awful sorrow’

I quote:

‘This is the dark time, my love,

It is the season of oppression, dark metal, and tears.

It is the festival of guns, the carnival of misery.

Everywhere the faces of men are strained and anxious.’

Those lines alone tells me how bad it was. I am transported back in time when chaos, fear, hate were in abundance where hope hung by a thread but there was still hope nonetheless.

Who comes walking in the dark night time?

Whose boot of steel tramps down the slender grass?

It is the man of death, my love, the strange invader

Watching you sleep and aiming at your dreams.

Aiming at the dreams of the innocent, people who had a right to look forward for a brighter future for their country and themselves. Free of being bullied, hated and looked down on because of being different only to have a dark shadow cast over them by the invasion of the soldiers.


This simple poem touched me deep somewhere inside and being a Guyanese myself it holds a bit more meaning to me. After years of British reign Guyana became a free country on  May 26th, 1966. It’s during my days at high school when I began to appreciate poetry though some may be as easy to decipher as a foreign language.

Post Script | 5th May 2016

I am so happy that my scribblings have seemed helped so many of you! Unfortunately as most of you have noticed that I am no longer moderating this post. With the questions of theme and tone, I will have to think on it least I give you an incorrect analysis, after all it’s been years since I last read the poem critically. However, I can’t make any promises as to when I will respond.

Keep you head up and study hard, yeah? Good luck on your upcoming CSECs!