Sunday March 10
Blog Post by Tricia Fay
First, please let me apologize for the delays in our
postings. Despite all the efforts of all sorts of people to keep the Internet
up and running here in Yupukari, we are sharing electronic access space with
the entire North Rupununi region. So even though we have our very own computer
whiz kid on the trip (thank you Chris !) there are some limitations to our
technological capacity, particularly when it comes to uploading pictures. And
on top of that, with the Indigenous Wisdom Program in the morning, the Primary
School Art Camp in the afternoon, and catching black caiman with the research
team in the evenings (more on that tomorrow !) we have been wonderfully busy.
Sunday was a day of rest Guyanese style, with our group and much of the Caiman House staff traveling down the Rupununi River to the legendary Karanambu Ranch for a half day ‘lime’ – a time of rest and community and dialogue and all over goodness. We stopped off on the way to gawk at the fabulous Victoria Amazonica lilies in Mobay Pond, with their humungous lily pads and white and pink flowers. Along the river there were of course a zillion critter sightings – endless birds, tons of black caiman (gators to you Florida folk), and even two capybara backsides disappearing into the bush (the world’s largest rodent). We reached Karanambu Landing and walked up the hill from the river to one of the most comfortable and welcoming spots in Guyana.
Sunday was a day of rest Guyanese style, with our group and much of the Caiman House staff traveling down the Rupununi River to the legendary Karanambu Ranch for a half day ‘lime’ – a time of rest and community and dialogue and all over goodness. We stopped off on the way to gawk at the fabulous Victoria Amazonica lilies in Mobay Pond, with their humungous lily pads and white and pink flowers. Along the river there were of course a zillion critter sightings – endless birds, tons of black caiman (gators to you Florida folk), and even two capybara backsides disappearing into the bush (the world’s largest rodent). We reached Karanambu Landing and walked up the hill from the river to one of the most comfortable and welcoming spots in Guyana.
For five generations Karanambu has been a cattle ranch, a balata rubber business, an acclaimed ecotourist lodge, a site for rehabilitation of giant wild river otters, and a global study center for many university and research groups. It is also the home of Diane McTurk – as amazing a woman as I have ever met – and we all descended on her for a morning/afternoon of laughing and storytelling, and an outrageously tasty vegetarian Italian brunch. This kind of Sunday ‘lime’ reminds me of all the things that I love about the Caribbean region, and all the reasons why I chose to bring my students and friends here. Ranch managers Andrea and Salvador De Caires told us wonderful tales about their connections to and encounters with Guyana’s most famous self-taught artist Phillip Moore; staff member Gerry Pereira and I resumed a years-old conversation about the pottery collections at the Walter Roth Anthropology Museum; Diane walked us through the colorful history of Karanambu; we saw eye-popping digital images of recent wildlife sightings on the property (jaguar, ocelot, anteater, harpy eagle, capybara, etc etc etc etc etc),and ate until we could eat no more. After saying our goodbyes to all (including Diane’s hopelessly adorable new puppy Aster Lord of Luna), we rode back up the river to Yupukari playing games to see how many caiman we could spot lurking along the banks.
What a lovely day, and we spent the rest of it getting ready for school and working on art projects. This is an unforgettable trip, and I am so grateful for everyone who has made it possible.
2 comments:
Karanambu derived from Macushi KALENAMBI' - refering to KALENA (Carib) who are said to have been trouble some tribe who, according to legend, were frozen into rocks by the might power fo Macushi Medicine men. Those rocks can be seen a little dowm from Diane's landing. Diane has it that there was a Peace 'signing' Paleshala (Peace Dance which I will perform in Glasgow next week) where Kalenas and Macuhsis participated in but Kalenas thought they would have out smart the Macushis by getting them drunk, which they did actually, but their Medicine men were on the look out. The idea was to have the Peace 'signed' so that no more trouble would be made beyond Karanambu (where there was a Kalena village to the east of Diane's).
My grandfather/my father worked for Diane's father's - Tiny mc Turk - Balata company. When my grandmother died Diane's parents took care of them.
I began going to Karanambu as child. As a family, we would go with my father to sell his balata, where Mr Mc Turk would lift me up high away from his fearce dogs and gave me some candies hehe
The way it worked is that Balata bleeder would be given credit (ADVANCE as was known)at the beginning of the rainy season (May/June)- of basic/necessary idems including a bag of sugar/flour/rice which was the only time we had a taste of those food per year. Well if my dad had cleared his credit - then he would make a few $'s. This was good health wise because we got sugar into our systems through our natural food - cassava/yams/potatoes/fruits. Now there are cases of Diabetes emergising in the communities due to the combination of the natural and manufactured sugar (more people are now employed and have the buying power).
Am happy you Guys are having fun
Thanks for all the great posts! I'm glad you are in the company of such great hosts like Diane and Aster Lord of Luna.
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