I set out on my week long outreach river trip early Thursday morning. As I was crammed up against the bus window, watching the sunrise over the lush green scenery this sense of excitement and happiness washed over me; both excited and happy for the week ahead and to be a Peace Corps Volunteer. It was my first time venturing out alone and it felt really good, I felt grown up in this strange land.
When I reached the small airport I met the people I would be spending the next 6 days with; 5 of us in total, the coordinator, a doctor, a TB tester/educator, a HIV tester/counselor, and myself. It’s interesting how we started out as complete strangers but after working and spending practically every moment together we became a unit, friends. We all got along really well, even with a variety of personalities, and had a lot of fun and laughs.
It was my first time in a small 12 seater plane (there were less then 12 seats since some were taken out to fit cargo). The plane ride was incredible; I was blown away by the pristine green jungle below (all the tops of trees reminded me of broccoli). It only took an hour to reach our first destination, Kamarang. It was a small village basically populated around the airstrip. We didn’t work there it was just an over night stopping ground before we loaded up the boat and headed up the Mazaruni river. We stayed in the guesthouse and we all had our own rooms (I am talking about the rooms because as the trip went on our sleeping accommodations were not as cozy). It was nice to sleep in a cooler climate and wake up to see mist hovering among the trees. We ate breakfast and carried our boxes (which we had a lot of) down to the boat landing. The boat driver and two cooks accompanied us through out the trip, it was nice not having to worry about meals.
It was only an hour and half boat ride to the 1st village, Kako. Sitting in the boat with the hot sun shinning down I was looking up in the canopy of trees and saw 4 or 5 medium sized, long furred, red monkeys, it was probably the coolest thing I’ve seen yet!
We reached Kako, which was my favorite village because it was so clean, quiet and peaceful, probably do to the fact that it’s a dry (no alcohol) village. But I was blown away by how the Amerindian people live, they live very simply with no running water, electricity, or variety of food. Amerindians mostly eat cassava bread (a ground provision, crunchy flat bread) I didn’t see a lot of vegetable farms but did notice a lot of fruit trees, like banana, lemon, gava, papaya, pear (avocado) tangerine, and coconut. They get a lot of packaged food imported from Georgetown.
Anyway, we stayed 2 nights in Kako and stayed at the Health Post (center). It was a really nice health center and there were 2 rooms with 2 beds in each room so the 4 of us girls each got a bed and the coordinator (the only male) slept on a mattress on the floor.
Kako Village
Kako Health Center
Kako probably had the most patients; I helped the TB tester and gave a health talk on nutrition. It was a little difficult because their recourses are so limited so I talked about ways to reduce salt (i.e. cubes) and using what’s naturally available in the village.
I think if I go on another outreach trip I’ll plan ahead of time for health talks and talk more about sanitation/hygiene and safe drinking water.
From Kako we traveled to Jawalla and I saw more monkeys in the trees! We were in Jawalla for another 2 days and stayed at the health post. This time there was one room with 2 beds so myself and 2 other girls slept on mattresses on the floor. Jawalla was more lively (or bright has people call it). Alcohol is allowed there and I saw many young people drunk. There was loud music playing pretty much the whole time but thankfully the health post was a good distance from the “night life” that it didn’t bother me. Again, I helped the TB tester, not a lot of patients came so we had a lot of down time to just sit on the porch and talk, which was nice.
From Jawalla we made it to our 3rd village of Imbamadia, which was my least favorite village. It was a 2 hour boat ride and a long the way we saw many gold mining camps. Mining is probably the main means of employment in the interior, coast-landers (people from the coast or Georgetown) come into the villages and or camps to work. Imbamadia has many coats-landers living there and it’s very lively. Imbamadia is located on a mountain range, the sights were beautiful however, the village made me very sad because of the things that go on there.
Imbamadia
Gold Mining
By this time I was ready to go “home”, I was really starting to miss my site and my family (housemates).
Our sleeping arrangements were not pleasant, we stayed in these wooden shacks that were gross and smelly, probably the grosses place I’ve ever slept. I shared a room/bed with one of the girls and I could feel bugs crawling on my feet. I didn’t sleep well and around 5:30am I couldn’t take it anymore so I got up and sat on the step out front of the room. The coordinator kept joking with me saying, “we’ll probably have to spent another night here”. I was so glad we didn’t run into any problems. We flew out of Imbamadia and I was so happy to be “home”, to take a shower, and sleep in my own bed!
I am glad I got to go on the trip and experience life in the interior. It was a huge eye-opener on so many levels. It also made me extremely appreciative and grateful to be living in an urban setting.
*It’s a strange feeling to call this place home but it is home for now.
Side note 1: We ate a lot of bake (deep fried bread) for breakfast and most nights we had biscuits (crackers) and tea (hot chocolate) for dinner. And as far as bathing went it was either bucket baths or just splashing water on, soaping up and slashing water to rinse off.
It reminded me a lot of camping.
Side note 2: For those of you who know me back home you know I like things to be well planned out and you know I like to know everything that’s going on. Being here I have had to let go of a lot of that and going into this trip I knew very little about what was going on, in fact, I didn't get a call until 3:30pm the day before we left with a time to be at the airport...I knew no one I was going with, I didn’t know where we were going or exactly what we would be doing. It’s weird to give up bits of myself but it’s molding me into a more flexible, go with the flow person.
The land of many waters