Wading through Bushlot

Do donkeys wear raincoats? (Or is it a horse?)


Looks like in Guyana they do!


This is the only raincoat I've ever seen here, despite the fact that at least a couple of times a year they have what they call, "the rainy season" when the rain pours buckets.


If you are inside one of the many little houses with their corrugated metal rooftops when it is raining, the noise is so loud that it sounds like a stampede of horses is running through the sky.


A couple of Sundays ago, we spent about 7 hours visiting members in the Bushlot Branch with Elders Duncan and Coronado...after days and nights of heavy rain.


See what you think:




I wonder how far they have to walk to the market...

It looks like it was cold that day, but let me tell you it was just comfortable. The Guyanese are complaining they are cold and we, Americans, are so excited to not be sweating...quite so much.

Members live in three of these homes. The families had all been at church earlier that day, and they all had little children!

We decided our boots weren't tall enough to visit these families!




Sister Samaroo was just returning from church and ready to take the 100 steps to cross the bridge to her house. It's pretty exciting to cross this bridge. I know...I have!

Elder Coronado had to carry the church keyboard back there for her. I was relieved I didn't have to!

Here are a few of the homes we actually visited that day. It was a good thing Elder Bullock and I had brought our long boots with us. The next week I bought an even longer pair. Sometimes, they just aren't tall enough!

Notice the bridge they've just crossed and I was getting set to cross. They kind of left me in the dust! Do they look like they were worried about me?

Ah, now you can see the whole house.

I was still deciding where I was going to take my first step across all the water. Lots of times those boards just sink when you step on them...if they're not already under water.

Looks like I finally made it. This is Tall boy, the dad, who was waiting for me on his step.

I think I see the outhouse at the back. It looks like a treacherous walk to get there...especially if you're in a hurry!

We had a great visit with the Narine family of 6. These are the four daughters of Tall Boy and Collette, his wife. They are 15, 13, 11, and 10. Do you wonder why they call him Tall Boy?

On our return to the car, I snapped a few more photos.

Notice the toes of my boots as I pondered where to step.

Our car was parked straight ahead through all that water. Luckily, it wasn't the car that you see parked on the left!

It's just me...and I had made it this far...

Not too much farther to go. You can barely see our car in the background. Some of the boards in the steps ahead were definitely submerged. As I waded through the water I kept thinking to myself, "Oh, thank you, thank you I have tall boots!"

This family was waiting for us on their balcony. The elders led the way. They love to take us to the muddiest, wettest places they know of!

Elder Bullock was looking pretty calm about the whole experience. And, all you who have followed this blog, know that he knows first hand what it is like to step on one of the boards, to have it break and to find himself suddenly lying flat on his back in water like this.

Who left their bike? I can't believe it hadn't been stolen.

Here's another family we visited. Notice how deep the water was on Elder Bullock's boots.

Many of the Guyanese don't wear boots in weather like this. They just walk in their bare feet. Sometimes, they step on glass and cut their feet. Sometimes, they step on snakes...as my friend, Nanda, did last week. She even had a snake come right into her flooded house. I can't imagine how loud I would have screamed!

The really faithful still come to church when their houses are flooded like this. All the families we visited that day were in church that day looking perfectly normal and clean. I don't know how they did it!

We continued to visit until 9 pm. It was pitch dark at 6 pm. It was a lot more treacherous walking through the mud and water in the dark with just my small flashlight. But, let me tell you, I'm becoming a pro at it. I always have close calls but I've stayed on my feet and haven't fallen in the mud now for months.

I'll just end this blog with a photo of my friend, Tasha, and her husband, Andrew, with some of their family on their large donkey cart. They have just gone for this load of wood and bags of wood shavings to deliver to someone. We were parked in front of the Rosignol church when we noticed them passing by. I yelled and screamed and they stopped to hug and "gaff" (chat) with us.

Last week, one of their 4 donkeys was hit by a drunk neighbor as it was tied up in front of their house. The donkey died a few days later. I asked Tasha if they would try to be reimbursed by the neighbor for their dead donkey. Tasha said that if they complained to him or tried to get money from him, they would risk retaliation from the neighbor, such as having their animals poisoned or their house burned down. So, I guess they were going to just let it be...

I guess I just can't stop thinking how thankful I am for so many things...for not having to worry about angry neighbors burning down my house and such...