Showing posts with label Black Bush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black Bush. Show all posts

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Home Again Home Again Jiggity Jig…



I was reading a PC blog the other day that included tips about PCVs going home.  It mentioned that we shouldn’t expect other people to want every single detail of our PC experience if we ourselves haven’t been in tune with every detail of our friends and family’s lives.  Admittedly, I find my life here quite different than living in the U.S. but whether in Guyana or the U.S. we all have our day to day occurrences.  Truthfully, no one is going to listen to all of them all at once and I can’t even remember them all anyway.  That is the main reason why I chose to write this blog about my experiences, so I can remember some of my thoughts and feelings about my service here and so that I can share some things more regularly with you. 

Now that I have gotten off track (my mind these days), let me get back to what I wanted to share.  In Peace Corps, I feel like things are always a little more uncertain than life at home.  I expected that I would only come home once during my service.  First of all it is expensive to travel back and forth, we have limited vacation days, and it’s just really hard to be back and forth between two different lives so to speak.  However, towards the end of October, I was realizing more and more that I was starting to feel burnt out.  I had had a packed summer, October I don’t think I was home one weekend, and then I had more activities in November.  Not to mention grad school apps, finishing my Masters work, and the limitless paper work impending for COS. 






I was sitting on a mini bus one day and I just craved being home; I needed a break, I needed to be with my family, I needed to get myself in order.  Luckily, my parents are amazing and were excited to have me home too.  I attended an AWESOME mini GLOW in Linden, which always recharges my spirit here and hopped on a plane the next day.  




All of a sudden I found myself standing on the streets of NYC bleary eyed and freezing searching for a Chipotle before I embarked on the next 4 hour bus ride leg of my journey.  Unlike last time, I barely told anyone I was coming home.  I just wanted to relax and spend time with my family.  Instead of cramming in everything all at once, things happened more organically.  I had no expectations and no real set plans and it was glorious.  I cooked what I wanted, explored some restaurants, and just was completely lazy at times.
My late November arrival put me right in line to celebrate on of my most favorite holidays; Thanksgiving.  My mom has a big family so we all get together and have a big delicious dinner. 





It was even more important to be there this year because it was the first without my uncle.  He recently passed away and Thanksgiving I think was one of his favorite holidays as well.  I couldn’t fathom the idea of my family getting together, remembering and honoring him and not being there.  I missed last Thanksgiving dearly, so I know this year would have been even worse.  It was definitely a bitter sweet day.  I loved seeing all of my cousins, aunts, uncles, but you could tell someone was missing.  The good thing about a big family though is that we are all there to support one another and it is also amazing to see the new generations of our family.  I also realized that a lot more people follow my blog than I thought.  It was really encouraging to hear that a lot of my family follows these posts and I really appreciate it!


As my parents and I drove down from New York, we looked for little off the beaten path restaurants.  I can remember taking lots of these types of long car rides, finding little places, and just enjoying ourselves.  We never really did the big, Disneyland trips, or traveled to really touristy places.  In a way I think this is why I appreciate the little places I come across here in Guyana or anywhere I travel.  I marvel at the small things, like really good food shops, and every so often I feel the need to get out and see something new, even if it isn’t that significant. 
After this past visit home, I feel much more comfortable with the idea of living back in the U.S.  When I visited home the first time, I wasn’t ready to be back; I simply still had a lot left to do in Guyana. I went to board my bus to New York and the bus manager happened to be Guyanese.  She exclaimed “You are going to Guyana?!  I wish I were going there!” I had to smile a little. I have met many Guyanese who want to come to the U.S., and this woman was yearning for Guyana.  I could relate though, no matter where you are there is always a wholesome, nostalgic feeling that compels you home from time to time.  When I touched down in Guyana I noticed any pangs of extreme culture shock were over.   As I stepped off the plane I switched U.S. mode off and Guyana mode on.  Without really blinking, I gave an impromptu speech for the end of our exercise class and helped out at another awesome mini-GLOW.  Somehow I have always hit the ground running here.  The only difference is that now I find myself saying goodbye to a lot of things.  As I was driving out of Black Bush from our minicamp, I realized that that might be the last one I do, the last time I’m even in Black Bush or see some of our campers.  Black Bush was one of the first rural sites I visited when I was first allowed to spend the night out of my own site.  How hospitable the people were and how different their community was compared as my own.  We have had many phenomenal GLOW girls come from that area and while it’s not a place I have visited often, it has made a big impression on me, just as a lot of villages and people in Guyana have. 



I expect to have a lot more moments like this in the next few months.  The next few months are actually all I have left.  It will be a mix of cramming in everything I still need/want to do here, freaking out about what I will do after PC, as well as figuring out how to leave things.  I know you need to have a goodbye in order to go on to the next thing, in which I have a lot of great adventures coming up, but it still doesn’t make saying goodbye any easier.  And somehow no matter what I do, my eyes always seem to be allergic to goodbyes. 




As this is somewhat of a Thanksgiving post, I can tell you I am always and forever thankful for my family and friends that I have all over.  I also am extremely thankful for the opportunity to see so many amazing things here in Guyana, whether it is the beauty of the land, learning about the culture, or watching the lives of people change and grow, my experiences here have influenced me greatly.  Also I am grateful for the perspective to be thankful for the things I have never had to know and for the challenges that have made me a stronger individual.  Finally, I am thankful for the opportunity to know such a great uncle.  He will be greatly missed, but I know I am a better person because he has touched my life and that his memory will always live on within me.




-KB

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Free to Move About the Country


          We have made it more than 3 months at our respective sites (almost 6 months total), which means for a PCV we are now free to move about the country!  We could go and visit people before, but you are technically not supposed to spend the night away from your home.  That makes it hard to visit people a bit further away.  So the day after the 3 months were up, I decided to test out my new freedom.  A bunch of volunteers were getting together for a birthday party where two volunteers live across the river.  It was the first time I had been to their houses.  They were really nice!  They had a ton of fruit trees, a garden, flowers, and a patio space to hang hammocks and chill out.  We spent the evening catching up, trying to climb palm trees, chopping coconuts, and in traditional Peace Corps style, we all brought a ton of food to eat.  
Failed attempt at climbing a palm
It was also a long weekend here in Guyana so on Monday, two of my little neighbors and I spent a good portion of the day cooking cheese and chocolate flaps.  In Guyana, they make a bread/pastry called butter flaps, but I most recently found out they will do variations of it with chicken and cheese and other things, so of course I had to try to make them myself.  They turned out pretty well.  My little neighbors like to do everything real big, so we ended up sharing them out to most of the kids on my street in the form of a dance party at my place.  They even made someone go and get some drink, because in Guyanese culture, if you are serving a snack, there must be a drink to wash it down.


 

 




  There is probably good reason for that 3 month rule because this past weekend I also was out of my site visiting another volunteer in Black Bush.  It is really great to visit other volunteers.  I almost feel like I am on a mini vacation when I visit.   It can also make you a bit jealous of the different houses or communities they live in, but you come to realize that each situation has benefits and their share of challenges.  Black Bush is only about an hour and a half away from where I live, but it can be difficult getting transport out there.  It is about 20 minutes off of the main road and the road to Black Bush is a little bumpy (not to mention VERY muddy if it rains). 
Wearing Saris and Shalwars, more traditional Indo attire
 
Where the Yagh was held and the Pandit sat
We came to visit to experience a Yagh (probably not the right spelling, sounds like Jag), which is a week-long Hindu celebration.  On a special occasion, a Pandit comes out every night to lead chants and prayers and then there is a big meal following each service. This Yagh was celebrating a woman’s 60th birthday so we got to attend the last night and morning of the celebration. Black Bush is a very small, rural community, with some of the best hospitality I have experienced in Guyana.  Everyone was VERY friendly and came to say hello to us. One of the volunteer’s neighbors even lent us Saris and Sarwahs for the Yagh that she herself had yet to wear.  We were also very well fed.  We had the traditional 7 curry made with some curries I had not yet tried before. 

Blackbush is more of a rural farming community
  On the first night, there was a crazy thunderstorm and we had to walk a good 15 minutes home in darkness and pouring rain.  One thing about Black Bush, is that there is a LOT of mud!  I took my shoes off, tried to hold up my Sarwah with one hand, carried an umbrella with the other, and prayed I wouldn’t wipe out.  I also put my faith in a local resident who instructed me on where I should walk.  I think walking in the mud and rain is the closest thing you can get to ice in Guyana.  My friend’s house was also pretty cool, with a lot of space to sit outside.  It reminded me of a rustic farm or country house.  I was a little alarmed when I went downstairs in the morning and was greeted by 4 or so bats flying around.  They happened to be flying right in my path to the washroom so I grabbed a broom, ran, and flailed frantically.   My friend said she used to do that, but has kind of gotten used to them.  They haven’t flown into her yet (must be that echo location?).

Find the flying bat
Going to the Yagh reminded me of how much I love learning about different people and their customs.  That sounds kind of cheesy but I can’t think of a better way to describe it.  I can’t imagine sitting at home and never being curious about our world and the different ways people live.  There are so many places to see and people to meet, it is almost mind boggling.  I do know I want to be out there.  Some days I might be frustrated, I know I am not being the best teacher or might not be making the impact I think I should be, but just talking, listening, and learning from everyone here has been an invaluable experience.  It is easy to measure outcomes by tests or objectives met, but what accounts for the friendships formed or those little day to day interactions?  I have thought about a billion scenarios for when I will return to the States, have been homesick, have missed family and friends, and cannot say being here has always been the easiest thing.  However, the more I think about it, the more I am realizing that I don’t think I will be content just staying in the States. Sure, I will be happy to go back and live for a while, but sooner or later that travel bug will come out and bite me and I’ll get that urge to be off somewhere else again.  So the key now is to figure out how to make that work with, ya know, things like life, careers, and oh yah, taking everyone I love and care about with me.  Fortunately, I’m not even a quarter way through this adventure, so I think I have some time to work on it. 
In the meantime, I hope everyone is trying to stay cool.  I can’t believe I live so close to the equator and it is significantly warmer back home.

-KB