PC Guyana Bulletin

Hey all, the staff at post just started a bulletin highlighting everything that is going on at PC Guyana that they'll be putting out twice a year. Thought you might like to see what we're doing as a whole over here.



DOWNLOAD IT HERE
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B-pSgYjtR2BVRzAzVkRmUjdiamc/edit?usp=sharing

Look at Another PCV's Work Here in Guyana!

Hey there,
Check out this video that another volunteer made about an organization trying to help clean up Guyana one city at a time (starting with Georgetown, because it needs it!). It’s a fun easy to watch movie that shares what it’s like in Guyana from an environmental perspective.

Guyana Shines from Matthew Cusimano on Vimeo.

What Do I Do?

Here’s a brief post, but I have internet right now so I thought some of you may like to see this. Here’s the Peace Corps “framework” that the health post here uses to help guide our projects and assignments. Thought it might be interesting to see.

Starting Up While Shutting Down

It's been about a month now since I've been back in site. Have I gotten more sleep as I've hoped to since my last blog post? Yes. But have I been busy still? Definitely! I had about a week or so in the health center working Monday through Friday. In Guyana much like the east coast, I believe (east coast family help me out with this…), school starts in September as opposed to the middle of august like I'm used to; but that's no problem. I wanted to go into the secondary school (high school) to find out if there would be any opportunities to help out with their health classes, maybe come in every once in a while to do a health talk when requested. I had been told both by my PCV colleague assigned to the primary school here in site as well as other members in the community not to go in the first day of school and instead to wait until the second week or so to go in as the first week is beyond hectic. If you think the first week of school is crazy in America, it's easily 200% more wild. The first day of school here means the first day that EVERYONE comes back to school both the students AND teachers. Students have to be registered for school, teachers have to be assigned to grades and subjects to teach, the physical school needs to be opened up, set up, cleaned up, etc. All the prep work that is done ahead of time stateside to get ready for school so "the first day of school" equates to teachers teaching and students learning on day one. That's not the case here; the learning starts weeks after the "first day of school."
I got a bit antsy waiting until the third week to stop by and introduce myself and meet the teachers who would be instructing health, so on Monday of the second week I stopped by. Classes still were not assigned to teachers and a shortage of teachers left classrooms of children unsupervised and untaught. The staff there was really friendly and welcoming when I came in, giving me a tour of the school and orienting me around and explaining how the secondary school functions. After walking around, popping my head in and out of classrooms, I spoke with the HM (Head Mistress) and asked if I could sit in on a class to observe a teacher at the school and see what class is like here.
I was quickly given a "sure one moment" and after a hushed conversation, presumably about the best class to observe, I was escorted to a classroom. As the teacher escorting me and myself walked up to the assigned classroom the entire class stood at once and greeted the teacher "good morning Sir… and welcome to class…" The teacher then explained that, "there is a new teacher at our school and I know you will show him the utmost respect. Alright take it away David" and walked out. There was no other teacher in this classroom to "observe," just 20+ high school students and myself to "teach them" for the next hour. And did I mention I wasn't told anything about what class this was or what I was supposed to teach? No curriculum; nothing.
So that was a fun introduction to the school. I just instinctively had them move all their desks, arranged in perfect rows, to one big circle (that would hopefully eat up a little bit of time). To which they looked at me like I was crazy, as if I wasn't strange enough; a bizarre white American who talks funny. After a minute of silence and dropped jaws I asked them again and when they realized I was serious, started laughing as they rearranged all their desks into a circle. Once they were settled played a basic get to know you game having everyone go around saying their name, where they were from (to find out if they were from my site or a surrounding area), and their favorite food. Pretty basic, easy for most elementary students in the states so I figured it'd translate well.
One big difference between Americans and Guyanese is speaking volume and the value in being an extravert. Whereas (generally speaking of course) Americans tend to speak up and clearly, Guyanese speak VERY softly. It's reinforced in the school system that students should speak softly even when called on through "school rules." If that wasn't bad enough, combine speaking softly with cultural conditioning to not speak directly to a person (looking away, covering ones mouth when talking, speaking into a shoulder, etc.) and just being generally shy. I was bombing big time. To this day I still think back and laugh about the answers given for "what's your favorite food?" Of the students I was able to understand, either through them or their neighbor who would sometimes repeat what they said, favorite foods consisted of fried rice or chow mein, sometimes with baked chicken. Now there are SO MANY foods, amazing delicious foods, in Guyana to choose from. None of them responded with any "Guyanese" foods (in Guyana fried rice and chow mein, though originally Chinese foods, have been integrated into Guyanese cuisine from the amount of Chinese people that have moved to Guyana over the years; think of it as pizza in America, is it really Italian or American today?).
After my hour of babysitting I went back to the HM and asked if I could OBSERVE a class with a teacher in it, making clear that I am not interested in going into a classroom by myself; I won't be able to see how these students behave in class with their own teachers if I was teaching them. The HM consented and another teacher brought me with her to observe her teach a class. At the end of the day I spoke with the HM and said I could come back on Friday as Tuesday through Thursday I was to work at the health center with the various clinics. She looked forward to my return on Friday and promised a more productive day since by Friday all the timetables would be set i.e. all the teachers would finally be assigned which grades and subjects they would be teaching. Sounded good to me. I would know who would be teaching health and when so I could observe them and know when might be times in the future I might be coming in on a Monday or Friday to help out with a particular part of a health class.
The next few days pass and Friday rolls around. When I stop by the school in the morning the HM was delighted to see me, "David I'm so glad you're here, here is your timetable!" She scheduled me to teach the health class BY MYSELF every Monday and Friday with a total of six classes, the whole concept of me coming into ASSIST existing teachers went completely over her head; unintentionally or intentionally I still haven't decided. I guess I should have seen it coming; the teacher shortage along with the overly friendly attitude all to reel me in and lock me down. I'll be honest I'm generally good at thinking on my feet but at that moment I was floored. I had not imagined that I would become a permanent teacher at the high school overnight. I'm a HEALTH volunteer after all, not an education volunteer. I told the HM that I wasn't too sure I would be able to teach for the entire year, how many times can I go over condom use, how to wash their hands, or what to look for if you have pneumonia? I just didn't have the resources to think of a curriculum that would fill up enough classes from September to July. "No problem let me get you the curriculum!"
I was not getting out of this one, she's the type of person who, in addition to selling ice, could sell a freezer to the Eskimos, and make them wonder why they have gone so long without one. So she handed me a ratty book bound by duct tape for the "Ministry of Education, Health and Family Life Education curriculum guide grade 7-9; prepared by: Caribbean Consulting Group (September 2007), adapted by: Ministry of Education Guyana (July 2011)." This "adapted" in 2011 version really meant someone with Word did a "replace all" changing Jamaica to Guyana but leaving the entire curriculum untouched; evident from passages like, "… environmental damage… into the island…" or "… tourism on Dunn River Falls/Negril/Ocho Rio…" For those of you not doing the quick Google search, Guyana is NOT an island, nor does Dunn River Falls, Negril, or Ocho Rio exist in Guyana. And as for the rest of the material, it would be half decent at best with the #1 private school in the country with an entire lesson plan consisting of "have the students research the effects of nicotine on the body" research with what!? Or "take the students on a field trip to a local recycling plant." To get to the next town takes 3-4 hours and that's not even taking into consideration that there really is no local let alone remote recycling plant; they don't exist. This is what I'm working with.
So for the past few weeks I've been spending my waking hours going through the MOE's curriculum to find the ideas that they'd like taught and finding a way to ACTUALLY teach the material, writing an entire year's worth of lesson plans to teach Health and Family Life Education (HFLE) to grades 7 and 8. It's a big task that was thrust on me, one that I definitely wasn't mentally prepared to take on in my second month of service. But you know what? I'm really liking it. I've now taught 2 lessons and they've gone pretty well, I come home at the end of the day with a smile on my face thinking, "hey, I think that I actually got through to some of those kids," it's a great feeling. I'm looking forward to going into the school instead of the dread I initially had when I was thrust into the classroom without any material to go off of. I'm hoping that this curriculum that I put together might do well and possibly help the teachers at this school, teach this often neglected subject, in the future. So though right now I'm swamped trying to put together lesson plans before I have to teach them, reading up on different activities to incorporate, all the while seeing what works and what doesn't work in the classroom here in Guyana. I'm really enjoying the work I'm doing. I'm feeling productive and needed. I can't begin to imagine what the end of this school year will look like, or what will happen at the health center or any other project I might embark on in the next twelve months, but I sure am excited for the ride. Oh and on top of all the reading and writing lesson plans, I moved in with a new host family which I'm really excited about. Tonight I'll be bathing outside under the stars and banana trees!
And while life for me has really been starting up, you all are shutting down?! If you've wondered to yourself, "Self, if the US government shuts down, how will that affect my good friend David living and working in Guyana in the Peace Corps? That's funded directly with federal funds!" Well here's the long and the short of it. Long version can be found HERE and the short version is: "Given the significant tangible and intangible costs that would be incurred in evacuating all Volunteers to their homes of record and the minimal savings in operating costs overseas that would be achieved by doing so, evacuating Volunteers and returning them to their homes of record would only be justified by a much more substantial lapse in appropriations than the agency expects. The agency has, therefore, determined that THE PEACE CORPS IS NOT REQUIRED during a lapse in appropriated funding to take any action TO EVACUATE VOLUNTEERS and return them to their homes of record." So I'll be staying right here in hot Guyana (enjoy the cold nights autumn brings) working at the health center and teaching in the secondary school!
As always feel free to post comments with any questions about things that are on your mind that you would like to know more about, I get an email with every comment straight to my phone, so I'll be able to reply just now.

I think I’ve now caught up on my sleep… maybe

Wow. Wow wow wow. You know those times when so much is going on that you don't have time to breathe, let alone blink. And when you do, 3 weeks have just passed by?
Yes? Great, you know exactly how I feel.
No? Well, you should come out to Camp Glow.
I literally feel like August just began and now I'm looking at the last few days of the month, as if I just tessered get the reference? (Channukah gift, just sayin) across three weeks. So what happened?
On a Wednesday, I made the long journey from my site out to Georgetown where I pretty much lived at the Peace Corps office from that Wednesday to Friday night getting all the last minute logistics for Camp Glow settled along with the 5 other members of GAD (Gender and Development Task Force), the other PCV's who help to organize and run the camp; we're essential the admin staff at camp. I was responsible for organizing all of the ground transportation: trucks, busses to move campers from the meeting point in town to camp, all the individual legs of everyone's (campers, counselors, CIT's, PCV's) travel from wherever they live all over Guyana to camp. Confirming that each girl was still coming to camp to finalize the list of campers (as some had to drop last minute for whatever reason). And confirming all of our guest speakers and presenters that would be coming to camp throughout the week and organizing their travel to and from camp.
Then on Saturday all the counselors and CIT's (all of whom are Guyanese) arrived at the PC office, along with other PCV's who would be at camp this week to help out (think of them as added staff, Glow would not be POSSIBLE without them). Where we packed up a truck with all of our luggage, supplies, and food for the week, boarded a bus and drove out to the camp site. Once we arrived some PCV's helped right away to start the counselor and CIT training while myself and the other GAD members helped to unload the truck and set up camp. Sunday was continued counselor and CIT training all day. Then Monday was the first day of camp!
Surprisingly, all the time I've spent at arts & crafts at all the camps I've been to I've never heard this phrase, "glitter is the herpes of art supplies." It's SO TRUE. As I sit here now writing this post I'm still finding glitter on my body, clothes, and belongings; it won't go away! To kick off camp the CIT's went wild covering everyone and everything in glitter in excitement for the campers to arrive. Once the girls got off the bus they were fair game for glitter too. It kind of reminded me of some watered down version of sorority hazing, but hey the girls were all smiling and at least seemed to like it. From that Monday to the following Monday was one camp experience I'll never forget. There were definitely highs and lows and things I could have never seen coming.
One of my highs was at a night activity called "diversity circles" watching a few Amerindian girls (Amerindians are notorious for being shy and soft spoken) speak up about their own feelings out loud to the entire group, about 100 people in the room, and then being cheered on by all the other Amerindian girls. That just blew me away to see these girls transform in just a few days to be able to stand up, literally, for how they feel and what they believe in. Jaw dropping. A low was running around trying to make camp run and missing out on too many sessions to be able to sit down and listen to more girls as they participated in each session. Something I didn't see coming? The very first day when the girls got off the buses and met their camp groups they had lunch: fresh baked pizza Guyanese style i.e. plenty of corn, carrots, borra, ketchup, and Anchor cheese. This one girl ran up to me kind of panicked,
"Sir, where is the rice?!"
"The rice? We're having pizza for lunch, we'll probably have cook-up (a rice dish) for dinner tonight."
"But where is the rice?!"
"I'm sorry there's no rice for lunch."
And she walked away with her eyes bulging with this look of horror on her face as if to say, "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" A) I wasn't in charge of meal planning B) even if I was, I still wouldn't have thought to have rice for every single meal. I guess we should have seen it coming since in Guyana "a meal without rice, no matter the size, is not a meal. It's just a snack." That was something no camp in America could have ever prepared me for; the cultural differences between Americans and Guyanese. "Camp" is still kind of a foreign concept here. Even if you never went to a single camp in the states you still know about "camp" via friends, family, or the media. Don't get me wrong, I think the vast majority of the campers and counselors had a blast and would come back if they had the chance (I'd like to think), but just the idea of staying on a schedule, eating whatever camp food is prepared, singing silly songs, and doing nighttime activities is still new. But that's ok, it's all part of Peace Corps' 2nd goal "To help promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of the peoples served."
Finally a week later camp ended and after the typical hugging and crying everyone scattered back all over Guyana leaving their new friends but vowing to stay in touch. It would seem that since camp was over I would be heading back to site. Oh no. Back to the office to finish wrapping up camp, doing a debrief with PC staff about how the week went along with other tasks to complete before heading back to site several days later.
Was it exhausting? Yes. Was it stressful? Definitely. Was it rewarding? Absolutely. All that and more. Despite needing a few extra days to relax and catch up on sleep, I'm really looking forward to being part of at least one, maybe two more Camp GLOWS.

Thanks for Paying Your Taxes!

So not too much has happened after moving to my site. I'm starting to get into a routine where I work Monday through Friday at the health center from about a little before 9 to a little after 2 (though the times vary day to day). Then once the sun starts to go down so it's a bit cooler, around 5 o'clock I go out for a walk around my town for an hour or so until the sun sets and its dark out. It's nice to get out and stroll at a cooler time of the day because it is SO HOT here. Not even going inside in the shade is a releif because the heat just builds up inside. So once it starts to cool off a bit (comparitavely) I'll go out.

But as for the title of this post. Many people have been asking me, well before I left for the Peace Corps, what the medical care would be like. I must say it's great. I think I have the best medical coverage now during the next two years than I ever will the rest of my life. The other week I had to go into town (Georgetown) because I chipped my tooth. PC staff in the office wanted to know how it happened, "rock in your rice?" "eating bones?" "did you fall/get injured?" No. None of the above. It's much more comical. With my first host family, being of Indian/Amerindian decent, I ate with my hands almost exclusivly, with the occasional spoon depending on the meal. But in my new host family, of African decent, I rarely eat with my hands; using a fork and sometimes a knife. Well, I guess after getting used to eating with my hands, I forgot how to eat with a fork! So one day over breakfast I ended up chipping my tooth by biting onto the fork I was using. I couldn't help but laugh at how funny it is, I've used forks most of my life, but not using them for a bit I guess I've become a bit more awkward with them. So needless to say I needed a dental appointment.

I called the PCMO (Peace Corps Medical Officer) and had an appointment set up 5 days later. My transportation out of site into town (and back), the full cost of the appointment (at an "international/western standard" dentist), and a hotel stay (since theres no way to get to town and back in 1 day, I have to stay overnight and leave early the next day) were 100% covered with no co-pay. Even of the best insurance plans, which ones pay for transportation and hotel?! So thank you readers for paying your taxes, I really appreciate it! Without it, I might just be stuck with a chipped tooth forever. My favorite part of the entire experience was learning that waiting room smooth jazz transcends international boundaries.

Videos of Pre-Service-Training

Hey for our swear in ceremony one of the volunteers in our group put together these two videos highlighting our PST (Pre-Service-Training) and showed them at the ceremony, I figured you might like to see them.

Here's the video he put together:

Final PC short film from DanHon on Vimeo.

And here's a photo montage:

Peace Corps Guyana 25 Photo Slideshow from DanHon on Vimeo.

Enjoy!

Camp Glow Countdown!

Camp GLOW is less than a month away, here's a video put together by a PCV last year to get people excited about it. There's still so much to do in the meantime, but I'm sure it'll be worth it in the end.



And here's a link to donate to Camp if you're so moved to do so!

http://www.guyfrog.org/donate-2/camp-glow-donations/

I’m officially a volunteer now!

It's been a long and crazy few weeks, a bunch has happened. I left off about to go to the counterpart conference and right now I'm sitting in my new house. So what happened in between?
The conference was nice, where all the counterparts came to Georgetown and altogether the counterparts and PC trainees went over what our roles would be for each other and then each pair of PC trainees and counterparts split up to work on a work plan for the first three months of service in site. After the conference we all went our separate ways and traveled to everyone's new site where we spent a few days before returning back to our training community.
In order to get from Georgetown to my new site it takes anywhere from 8-11 hours, there's a lot of hurry up and wait involved. I start out by getting to the mini bus park in Georgetown to get myself and all my stuff packed in a minibus to travel to Linden, the actual drive time takes 1.5-2.5h, but there's a lot of waiting involved at the bus park for the bus to completely fill up, and then some. Once I get to Linden, I transfer all my stuff to another mini bus and then wait for another few hours for this bus to pack in as many people as possible before heading off. Where the road from Georgetown to Linden is paved, leaving Linden is a long bumpy, pothole filled, waterlogged, hinterland trail that can take anywhere from 3-5h depending on conditions. Along the trail we have to get out and cross the Berbice River via a pontoon in order to continue the trail on the other side of the river. So once I get to site I really won't be leaving much as it's kind of a big ordeal to get in and out.
My town is pretty quiet and laid back; I walk everywhere, dodging cow dung everywhere as there are more cows roaming around than I've seen in the streets of India. I'll be working in the health center mainly for now but most likely will also be working in the hospital, secondary school (when it starts up after break), and with the environmental health workers. The first three months at site will really involve a lot of networking, meeting people, and observing my community mostly to get a true sense of what people are like, and how the town works before I even begin to implement any project here. So in terms of "what I'll be doing" is still pretty up in the air. But the more I know, I'll be sure to let y'all know.
So it turns out, I guess my peers in training think I'm somewhat competent as they've voted for me for two somewhat "big deal" things. The first is to be on VAC, the Volunteer Advisory Committee; essentially the student government of the Peace Corps. There is VAC in every PC post around the world so the more I'm finding out about it, the more I'm realizing it's a big deal, and I'm excited to see what myself and the other members of VAC will do over the next two years. VAC is responsible for representing the currently serving PC Volunteers at staff meetings three to four times a year as well as coming up with ways to support PCV projects around the country.
In addition to being voted for VAC, I was also selected to give one of the speeches at our swearing in ceremony on the 3rd of July. I was even quoted in the news (can you find me in the pictures?!) and my family said that I was even on TV. So that was a nice honor to partake in.
And if all that wasn't enough, I applied for and was accepted on the GAD (Gender and Development) task force. This task force comprised of three members from my training class and three from the class before mine (Guy 24). We are in charge of spearheading projects and community action days all across the country as well as a resource for all PCV's in helping with their own projects relating to, you guessed it, gender and development. One of the main projects that GAD is in charge of is running Camp GLOW. This August will be the 3rd Camp GLOW with over 75 girls from all over the country attending. GLOW stands for Girls Leading Our World, a leadership and empowerment camp for girls 13-17 years old. But instead of rambling on and on about it, check out the website www.campglowguyana.org and make sure to see the cool video one of the other PCV's put together. As a member of the task force I'll be one of the directors of camp. So the next two months are going to be beyond crazy jumping into this task force and helping to pull off another hopefully successful camp.
Sorry it's been a bit, but let me know what else you want to know!

Pictures from Guyana

Boat trip on the Demerara river

Boat trip on the Demerara river

Boat trip on the Demerara river

Boat trip on the Demerara river

Timehri primary school

Timehri primary school

Timehri health center

Timehri health center

Timehri health center

The staff at Timehri health center, me and two other volunteers

Red Ground(s), the training ground/center

Red Ground(s), the training ground/center

View of Timehri, the town I'm training in

Grading coconut

Grading coconut

Cleaning chicken guts on the ground

Making roti

Vermizelli: it's pasta with butter, LOTS of sugar, and condensed milk. It's Buddy the Elf's dream dish

Eating vermizelli

Cleaning the Akuree

Cleaning the Akuree

Eating vermizelli

Cleaning the Akuree

Making roti

Making roti

My host family

Making roti

Dinner with my family

A lizard in my bed

Washing my clothes

Cleaning the rooster

Just chopped off the roosters head!

Just chopped off the roosters head!

Relaxing at home

Guyanese LOVE loud music! This is our family's sound system

Breakfast: chicken livers and roti

At the Fishery

At the Fishery

At the Fishery

At the Fishery

I’ll be finding out my post soon!

So a lot has happened since the last post. I left off with tomorrow I'd be going on a boat trip down river. That actually happened and it was awesome. We traveled down the Demerara River about an hour south of where I'm living. I was with the three medical staff in my health center as well as two other trainees that are assigned to the health center with me. I had assumed we'd just be helping out with routine tasks that we normally do in clinic, just at a remote site. However as soon as we got there I was in for a surprise. We docked at the primary school in the community and began carrying in supplies. Once everything was taken off the boat and into the school, the students were shuffled around a bit to make a space for a make shift clinic. The school is just one big room with a blackboard in the center to separate two different "classrooms," one older class and one younger class. Since it's the primary school it serves students ranging from first to sixth grade. However there were really only about 40 children (at most) in total. So all the students combined together on one side of the room (in one "classroom") and the makeshift clinic was held on the other side of the room. Once we dropped off the supplies the head master asked us (me and the two other trainees) what our role/job was in the clinic. We explained that we were with the PC and were working with the clinic. So right away he asked if we could do a health talk/presentation for all the students. We were caught off guard a bit, but since we had been preparing one presentation for the school in our community later that day we said yes. So while the doctor and nurses set up the clinic we went over to the other side and did the presentation. We taught the students how to wash their hands and we played Simon says (They call it Old Grady says) with hand washing motions. The best part was after we had finished the presentation and had gone to work with the clinic; we could hear the students outside on their break singing the ABC song (we taught them to sing their ABC's while they wash their hands). So we went over to the windows and saw them practicing washing their hands and singing their ABC's. It was really great to see what we taught them stick, especially seeing them correct each other if they forgot a certain step. After the health presentation the head master pulled the three of us aside and wanted to know if we could come back to do a workshop with the community. He outlined several topics he thought the community could really benefit from. In addition to coming back to lead a health workshop, he really wanted us to help train the teens in the community to be able to facilitate additional health sessions after we leave so the community continues to learn. That blew us out of the water. When we went in thinking we'd help out with screening patients to being asked to come back to help train peer educators really was the first time that I felt an impact was made. Seeing all the children so excited when we got there and having fun outside just practicing washing their hands really struck a chord. That day was probably my first "high" of service.

Part of training involves planning and executing a community health program. So me and the other two trainees that I've been working with agreed that going back to the river community to facilitate a day workshop would be a great idea. We met with the head master when he was on his way back from Georgetown to plan out the logistics of the workshop and develop an agenda for the day for which topics we would include. We had been working on this workshop in our off time outside of training to try and make this happen. Unfortunately due to timing and funding issue we have to scrap the workshop. So we are putting together a packet of materials for the head master so he can facilitate the sessions we were going to run.

On top of planning for that workshop we've done another school presentation, a workshop with the staff in the health center, and I've had to plan and present a presentation by myself during training. So these past few weeks have been anything but relaxing. And this is still on top of the training schedule of learning sessions and clinic sessions.

This week we'll find out what sites we're assigned to/where in the country we're going. So FINALLY you'll be able to sleep at night knowing where in the country I'll be. It's only been 6 months. We go to Georgetown this weekend and meet our counterpart (a Guyanese who I'll be working alongside for the next two years) at a conference for a few days, then we'll move to our new site and stay with the new family for a few days before returning back to the community I'm currently in to finish the last month of training. Assuming I make it through, I'll swear in as a volunteer on July 3rd, and officially move to my new site on the fourth.

Here's to the latest comments:

I live on a compound with two houses (currently in the process of building a third) so there's quite a few people in my family from just over a year old to I'm assuming in the 70's; it's a multigenerational family spanning from a great-grandma to great-grandchildren with three siblings in in my immediate family.

Remember that Guyana is in the Caribbean (they were the founders of Caricom (Caribbean Community) similar to the EU) so my family speaks Creolese; it's based off English. The best way to describe it is if you moved to another part of the states where all they spoke was slang. Yes its English based, but just because you hear the words doesn't mean you'd understand anything they'd say or know the meaning of the words. So in essence it's a foreign language. The tricky part of language courses through the PC in Guyana, is that Creolese is a constantly changing and evolving language without any grammatical rules or structure so it's a challenge for PC to train their volunteers in the language (unlike teaching Spanish, French, Swahili, etc.). It's best learned through experience, and being in country for almost a month and a half and I'm only starting to understand it.

The food is both familiar and new at the same time. It's a combination of Indian influences like roti and curry with local foods and ways of preparing foods like calalloo and egg balls. Whereas in the states we have certain foods reserved for breakfast (e.g. eggs and bacon) there's no real separation in what's prepared for certain meals. So I can have anything for breakfast from scrambled eggs and sausage (hot dogs) to chicken feet and boiled provisions (cassava, eddo, plantain, etc.), to boiled chickpeas. Lunch is always with rice. So rice and fried fish, chicken guts (liver, hearts, gizzards), pumpkin stew, etc. Dinner is almost always with some form of roti (oil, sada, eddo), which is a type of Indian flatbread and a meat whether its fish, guts, just liver, or just gizzards, chicken (I killed, plucked, and gutted my first rooster with pics to come), and we've even had an acuree (a type of bush meat). Guyana fries everything. There is a TON of oil in almost everything, so that took some getting used to. Along with sugar and salt. There's a lot of sugar used, and a lot of salt and MSG (which after doing some research, I'm starting to like using MSG in foods). Controlling my sugar levels was quite a challenge at first (and still is sometimes) because of all the added sugar to foods. But so far I'm really liking the food, which I wasn't surprised about at all. The biggest difference in Guyanese foods is that there are a lot of the same foods in the states just prepared differently. For example I've had hotdogs for breakfast, but the hotdogs here (called sausages) are chicken dogs served cold with mayo, sometimes ketchup and mustard, shredded carrots and shredded white cheese on top. Or Chinese fried rice or chow mein served with ketchup all over and mayo and some people add mustard too. So that took some getting used to. If you're planning on visiting Guyana, to prepare your stomach (and entire digestive system) here's a good recipe to re-tox your body so it won't be such a shock to your system when you arrive: Equal parts Sriracha, brown sugar, and vegetable oil. Season heavily with mayo and MSG to taste. Drink 3 times daily for at least a week. That should be enough time for your body to get used to the food. You can then detox when you're back in the states. Don't worry though there are plenty of fresh fruits all the time. That is something that is really nice about my meals here. Everything is fresh; I haven't had leftovers since I arrived. Meals are normally prepared twice a day, once in the morning for breakfast and lunch, and a second time for dinner later in the night.

I walk almost everywhere. I walk to training both at the health center for clinic as well as the training grounds for sessions. The primary school is also within walking distance. The only time I've taken a bus is to go to Georgetown to go to the market and/or the fishery where local fishermen bring in their catch for the day. We go to town at least once a week to buy food for the rest of the week. Georgetown is a typical busy capital city without the skyscrapers. It's here more than anywhere else I've noticed that it's apparent the Dutch settled in the country before the British. Many of the buildings are old wooden structures still standing from the time the Dutch colonized. The wood is more ornate than a typical concrete building which gives the capital its charm (it's the garbage all over that takes away from the beauty).

The local beer taste like I expected, pretty typical "beer" taste. There's Banks and Banks Premium, which is the local Guyanese brewery, and then from the rest of the Caribbean we have Stag, Mackison, Carib, Parbo (from Suriname), and Guinness Foreign Extra! Which I've loved since I first had it in Ghana. They definitely don't compare to Colorado beers, but I'll survive for the next two years.

Keep thinking of more questions you have I'd love to answer them.

Welcome to the rainy season!

After a little over 24 hours in Philadelphia, a bus ride to JFK, 6 hours waiting for my flight (spent at an Irish pub with plenty of beer and a burger and fries as my last meal in America), we finally landed right outside the capital of Georgetown in Guyana. Since no one from Peace Corps was flying with us, we had to get through immigration and customs by ourselves. This seemingly wasn’t that hard, however once 30 some of us got off the plane on the tarmac and walked into the immigration line, a real puzzled looking immigration officer approached us and wanted to know what we were doing (it was VERY clear that we were out of place being the only white people at the airport, I had a good laugh). We explained that we were with the US Peace Corps, to which she inquired how long we’d be staying in country. When we said a little over 2 years she was even more thrown off replying that she could only permit us entry for 3 months, so we told her we’d work with the US Embassy to extend our visas. Once we got our bags and walked out of the gate a group of currently serving Peace Corps Volunteers and Staff was cheering as we walked out. I’ll never forget what they said. I had expected them to say, “Welcome to Guyana.” But instead, “Welcome to the rainy season!” It was pouring POURING rain. And we had to carry all our luggage out in the rain to a truck they brought for us. It has been raining hard at some point every day since I arrived in country, which I must say I really enjoy waking up in the morning and listening to the rain fall on my family’s tin roof.

Want to know what I’ve been up to? To a certain extent I feel like I’m in college again and am in the process of joining another fraternity. After the airport they took us to a local resort (think really old Wisconsin Dells hotel/resort), where I spent the next four days. This was pretty similar to rush week. In addition to more get-to-know-you games we had training sessions all throughout the day from safety (how to ride public transportation (busses and boats), riding bicycles (including a written and ridding test), safety in and around the home and country, a swim and kayak test), how the PC functions, the roles of all the staff members, some culture classes, medical (basic water sanitation, how to stay healthy in country, getting additional vaccines and malaria meds), along with other sessions all to prepare us for our Community Based Training sites where we’ll be living with a host family, attend additional training sessions, and working at a health clinic all in the same community. After the four days we found out where we would be living (which community we would be in for the next 3 months) and which family we would have. This was really similar to bid day, where everything was really secret and a lot of buildup to finding out who our family was.

Now I’m pretty much in Peace Corps Pledge. My schedule is extremely regimented as I have training from 8 to 5 Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and half day on Saturday. Tuesday and Thursdays are spent mostly at the health clinic. When I’m not at the health clinic those days, I’m either visiting the local primary school (observing or giving health presentations) or back at the training site with more training lessons. The training lessons are like going to school, in fact that’s what my family refers to it as. They pack my lunch every day and “send me off to school.” They build off of what was covered during the sessions spent at Splashmins (the resort the first four days) as well as additional lessons. The training areas are broken down into segments: tech, core, language & culture, and medical. The tech sessions is where all the health volunteers learn about all the health specific topics like breastfeeding, communicable and non-communicable diseases, global health, how the Ministry of Health is set up, sanitation, nutrition, hygiene, etc. The education volunteers similarly are in sessions related to their sector. In core sessions this is where we learn topics such as how PC defines what a sustainable project is, how develop a lesson plan and objectives, assessment tools, etc. Language & culture is where we have our creolese lessons, learn more about food, music, cricket (pretty much the only sport), history, etc. And the medical sessions cover additional topics like malaria, how to sanitize water safely, how to prevent/treat diarrhea, as well as other safety & security topics. Not having been in school for a bit definitely took some getting used to sitting in class for extended hours.

In the health clinic I’m helping out with routine tasks like the intake process of infant and child clinic where I measure and weigh the babies and children, help organize the medical files of the children, help out with the outtake interviews where I chart the child’s growth progress based on their weight and height and make assessments based on their respective charts. For example if the child is overweight or underweight I advise on altering the child’s diet or how much they’re eating. I also interview the parents (mostly mothers) on what the child is eating if they’re getting enough of all the food groups (I have their charts to guide us). Weighing and measuring is a pretty simple task to do, but interviewing the parents and making assessments based off of what I think is best was pretty much thrust upon me with limited training. However, basic American health education does wonders for me in helping to advise parents on their children (i.e. “if your child is overweight, instead of eating junk food, maybe eat off of the half a dozen fruit trees growing in your yard,” or “your child is underweight, they should be incorporating more staples and protein in their diet in addition to continued breastfeeding”) as American elementary health education is far greater than what is known in Guyana. Any other problems the child may have (rash, continued cough, bumps, etc.) I refer to the nurse or doctor to look at as well as all vaccines they’d need. In addition to the intake and outtake process of the infant and child clinics I observe the medical staff with all other medical problems and dressings they take care of. Tomorrow I’ll be doing a special outreach with the medical staff. I’ll be traveling by boat upriver to communities who are more remote that do not have access to a health clinic to administer vaccines and see any medical problems in the community.

When I’m not in training or the health clinic I’m spending time with my family from cooking dinner, going to the market, washing clothes by hand, walking around the community, attending a funeral, spending time at home with extended family, or helping build the addition to the house. I really don’t have any free time for the most part or any days to sleep in as the only day I have off (Sunday) we get up early to go the market. There’s always something going on. The mornings start early with all the roosters crowing before sunrise and the nights end late by the time dinner is over and cleaned up time spent hanging out and bucket bathing at night, then it starts all over again.

All of this is just in preparation for making it through the 3 month pledge program, or should I say Pre Service Training where I’ll eventually find out what house I’ll be in, or what family I’ll be living with and where in the country I’ll be sent to. If I make it through, then I’ll be sworn in as an official Volunteer for the United States Peace Corps on July 3rd and move out to site on the fourth.

I hope this tides you over for now, I’ll be sure to write more blog posts, but please feel free to comment with any other questions you may have or anything you want to know so I can include it in the following posts.

Do you know where you’ll be living or what you’ll be doing?

No.

Sorry, I only KNOW 3 things:

1) I’ll be living in the country of Guyana for 27 months

2) My job is in the health program

3) I leave April 30th

Everything else I won’t find out until after I leave. Don’t worry though; once I find out I’ll be sure to fill you out via this blog. So hang tight in the mean time!