Sunday 11 March 2012

Out to the Amerinidian Reservation: Wakapao

Sunday afternoon: Aunt Zena arranged for Patsy and me to take a trip to the Amerindian reservation at Wakapao.

Shirley, who works as a cook at Adel's, came with us; her family lives at Wakapao.
Amazing trip! and I don't know what was better, the fantastic boat ride out there, down the Pomeroon river and then into a narrow creek through the rainforest; out again into the savannah.
We landed the boat and then walked to the first cottage, where Shirley's children live.
The two girls ran out to meet us, delighted with their mother's visit. Shirley hosted us with drinks
of freshly harvested coconut water, after which my camera's batter ran out.

We walked on through the reservation -- all the houses are spaced widely apart, with a ten to twenty-minute walk to each home -- looking for cassava bread for Aunt Zena. Unfortunately, nobody had any.
But the story is best told with a film, so here goes:

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