The Saga Continues….II

The winding down of the rainy season has brought a spray of either muddy water from the mud holes or is it spin-off from the political campaigns that seem to abound this time of year.

What with the weather forecasters calling for the return of El Nino, one has to wonder if some of the stuff currently flying around may not be elephant and donkey dung flung from our Brothers to the North.

Not to be out done we have plenty of would be experts on what should be done in politics vocalizing their opinions daily.

One of the more entertaining discussions occurred last night, but lest it be thought that just anyone could take part, it seems stringent requirements must be met before being allowed to participate. The participant has to have consumed at least one half bottle of rum, or it’s equivalent in the form of *corote, catuaba, or beer before even being considered by the group. .*(local panther piss, cheap but gives a good buzz)

The ability to keep drinking at a speed that would under ordinary circumstances place most seasoned drinkers on the floor, will secure your place in this group. Volume of one’s voice seems to indicate exactly where you’ll be seated in the discussion. The louder and more obnoxious gains a higher setting, although the ability to say “here now” at least 20 times in rapid succession, “ya unner-stand”, along with a few good “y’r Rass” guarantees your place of honor.

Only after meeting the strict requirements does the lively discussion begin as to what is wrong with the government, politicians in general, and the rest of the world. It should be noted here, that under no circumstances should there ever be an equitable solution offered for what is believed to be the problem.

This would only tend to lend reason or logic to the whole discussion and that is totally forbidden.

These great marathon discussions have been known to last half the night or at least until either money or drink runs out. It has become a welcome change from re-runs on Brazilian T.V., Wed. night prayer meetings, and dog fights. Rumor has it that people in Culvert city as well as the North side of Lethem sit on their porches listening to these discussions, at least till the sand flies and misquotes run them indoors.

But lest one think that the daylight hours are boring, extra curricular activities abound.

With the late heavy rains and the continual rise in the water level in Moco Moco creek, some of the local wildlife has sought higher ground outside Don’s workshop. Between push starting land rovers, fixing punctured tires, welding sparks, and general grease slings there is always time found to observe natures fauna, flowers, and wildlife.
According to the local Botanical expert one “Mr. D. Melville,” the 40ft.+ legumeonous, yellow flowered tree which at times sprouts green iguanas at the top. (hey that’s his name not mine) was in full bloom yesterday afternoon. Only on this occasion not only was a large fat green iguana sprouting at the very tip top, there was also a major hatch of what appeared local men and boys looking to pick said sprout from it’s lofty perch. This activity caused only slight traffic problems, mainly because most of the vehicles were abandon, while their drivers joined in the pursuit. It was also noted that the ladies under the Mango tree selling snacks, had an increase in sales to those standing on the sidelines giving advice. I on the other hand remained rather aloft of this whole thing, deciding I did not have the funds to rescue yet another lizard. So sorry to report the fate of said iguana is unknown, but it suspected from the odors encountered on the walk to work that there will be Green Curry somewhere today.

Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of “As the Rupununi Spins”