We broke camp at dawn. Garbage bags flew to cover anything we don't want soaked. We tumbled pots and pans and assorted packets of beans and Flavor-aid all into the boat. We then broke down our camp, closed off the pit toilet, and head up to the Kanukus.
ACTIVITY: Practice your map skills as you learn more about Guyana and the Kanuku Mountains.
"Karanambo, Karanambo," Duane shouts into the mike of the Yaesu transceiver radio. In
|Falls in the Kwitaro river near our camp.|
the US, you need a special license to get on these frequencies, but in the interior of Guyana, all you need is a couple of alligator clips and a good antenna to open the world of wireless communications. "Can't hear you Duane," replies a faint voice, "move to nine-five." That's Diane McTurk who runs an ecotourism lodge – called Karanambo off the Rupununi. In this strange world I'm living in without phone lines, and too few people to justify cellular systems, or even good satellite coverage, this is the best way to pass messages, place orders for supplies, and even send along soccer scores!
SPECIES: Meet a lizard that is only an inch long, and other reptiles and amphibians.
|The Kanuku Mountain range.|
After arriving at our new location, we turn in early to get a good night's sleep. Not for me however.
"Look at how beautiful," exclaims Jan, as he drags me out of my hammock in the middle of the night to admire a brightly colored catfish. The yellows, oranges, and blues on its side dispel my image of drab gray bottom-feeders. It is as long as my arm stretched out. I need to get back to bed and sleep though, because tomorrow, we are off in search of jaguars!
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