I'm glad they call it the Pegasus again. Le Meridien never really worked. The Pegasus is the Pegasus, and always will be.
Back in the day, we swam here now and then, and there used to be a discotheke.
Lunch is with old friends, Ron and Susan Sanders. They live in Barbados, but happen to be in Guyana for a while. Haven't seen them for 40 years. Ron is now a Sir. Susan is the daughter of Sir Sonny Ramphal. Old familar names, old familiar friends. Coconut water and a buffet lunch at the poolside. Chat about old times, books, Guyana's future.
Later, Pernille and Emily, the Norwegian journalists, join us. Ron has a whole list of contacts for E|mily, regarding mining, forest conservation, Amerindian rights and so on. She hungily writes it all down.
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In the late afternoon, mum and me take a taxi up the East Coast to visit Kavita. Can't find the village, much less her home. Return home.
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Today is Phagwah, Holi. Celebration of Spring, and a public holiday in Guyana. Lots of people everywhere covered in pink dye, and not only Indians. Newspapers full of Phagway supplements, with ads from local businesses wishing "all Guyanese" a joyous Phagwah. That's the way to do it. None of this "happy holiday" stuff, in fear of offending non-Hindus. What is so very offensive about a wish for joy; or, at Christmas, a wish for peace and goodwill?
Back in the day, we swam here now and then, and there used to be a discotheke.
Lunch is with old friends, Ron and Susan Sanders. They live in Barbados, but happen to be in Guyana for a while. Haven't seen them for 40 years. Ron is now a Sir. Susan is the daughter of Sir Sonny Ramphal. Old familar names, old familiar friends. Coconut water and a buffet lunch at the poolside. Chat about old times, books, Guyana's future.
Later, Pernille and Emily, the Norwegian journalists, join us. Ron has a whole list of contacts for E|mily, regarding mining, forest conservation, Amerindian rights and so on. She hungily writes it all down.
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In the late afternoon, mum and me take a taxi up the East Coast to visit Kavita. Can't find the village, much less her home. Return home.
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Today is Phagwah, Holi. Celebration of Spring, and a public holiday in Guyana. Lots of people everywhere covered in pink dye, and not only Indians. Newspapers full of Phagway supplements, with ads from local businesses wishing "all Guyanese" a joyous Phagwah. That's the way to do it. None of this "happy holiday" stuff, in fear of offending non-Hindus. What is so very offensive about a wish for joy; or, at Christmas, a wish for peace and goodwill?
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