29 September 2009

Act 20 | Trinidad



Every resident I met - without exception - told me how dangerous it was to be on the streets of Trinidad; As such, I spent my few days on the island hiding out in a suburb located deep in the mountains where the Caribbean Nazarene College campus lives.


Watching the local news one evening wasn't simply a sampling of bad tidings - it was outright traumatising; It’s not just the fact that people are being murdered on a daily basis, it's the violent manner in which their lives are being taken from them. (There is a missing persons segment in the broadcast each night.)



Kel "connections" Harry had arranged for me to stay at the Caribbean Nazarene College while in Trinidad; Because of a shortage of accommodation I ended up staying in the home of the Principal and Dean of Students, a husband & wife team, Scofielld & Margaret, who are both highly autonomous high achievers.


Not only did they made space – their space – available to me for the few days I was in Trinidad, They encouraged me greatly with the earthy love they extended to me in the form of food, shelter and a couple of great sermons. (I was particularly grateful for the provision of a bedroom where I wasn't 'hot and bitten' each night.)



The college is just down the road from where Brian Lara, a world record holder in cricket, grew up.


A new cricket field is being constructed there in his honour. (If batting averages are any indication it will end up being half as impressive as Bradman Oval in Bowral (my old home town).)



Strangely, everyone walks with a caged bird in Trinidad, and if you’re not walking with it, you hang it outside your house.


In the words of a blind man, 'very superstitious'.



Trinidad was the last of my Caribbean destinations and the first place I got a tamarind ball. (Which is a surprise (and a shame) as it was a tamarind ball, sampled in NZ, that hardened my resolve to travel through the region.)




I left Trinidad feeling better organised than I think I’ve been all trip long: I had completed the reports I needed to generate on my time in the Caribbean; I got on top of my correspondence; & I made a couple of master plans for the upcoming month of independent travel in Central America.

26 September 2009

Act 19 | Guyana



Guyana was a wealthy country when big buildings were made of wood, so Georgetown (the capital city) is full of grand old wooden buildings.


The biggest and best example is the Anglican Church which was the tallest wooden building built in its day.


Since gaining independence from Britain some forty-odd years ago, the country has been in serious & rapid decline (despite remaining rich in natural resources).


The streets are littered with garbage and many of the wooden homes (that still house families) appear derelict.


I discovered Guyana when researching the poorest English speaking countries outside Africa: Guyana is at the very top of that list.


I was in Guyana as a volunteer with the International Centre for Eyecare Education (ICEE), a non-government organisation (NGO) who had organised for me to do some work with a local NGO, the Caribbean Council for the Blind: Eyecare Guyana.


I was hoping to help out at the school that Eyecare Guyana has developed to train student to do a simple eye examination; But school was out when I was in Guyana, so I didn’t get to attend or deliver any classes.



Week 1 :: Bartica

Not all the towns in Guyana are connected by roads because: the jungle is thick; the rivers are wide; and the boats are speedy.


I was on a boat destined for Bartica along with a graduating student and a vision rehabilitation officer, we were going to set up a temporary clinic in the small regional hospital which lacks a resident eye specialist.


The waiting room was full to overflowing when we arrived for our first day of work.


Because of the large number of patients, and at the request of the student (who I thought I was going to be simply supervising), I was put to work - and worked hard. (I didn’t have all the equipment I usually have while working in this kind of setting, as such, I think my first day of practicing here would rate as my worst ever – and I mean worst in terms of difficult circumstances, performance, attitude and results.)


A lot of people were getting their first ever eye exam; One young boy remained silent after I tried three different ways to get him to read the chart because he ‘couldn’t pronounce the word at the top of the chart, or any of the ‘words’ beneath it.’ (You forget that not everyone in the world is familiar with what is required of them in an eye examination.)


The most enjoyable part of this week for me was the novelty of telling people how much their glasses were going to cost them, as the inexpensive option was ‘a thousand dollars’ (one thousand just happens to be my favourite number) due to the weakness of the Guyanese currency (one Guyanese dollar is worth less than one New Zealand cent). (The guy pictured below could afford glasses thanks to his golden smile (sponsored by Nike); He was a lot happier to see me than I was to see the swoosh between his teeth.)


We saw about 250 patients that week (mostly women and girls) split pretty evenly between the graduating student and myself.


Accommodation in Bartica is basic in the most picturesque ways.





Either Guyana have worked out how to produce ‘mango nuggets’ or my hands have grown huge – its hard to tell from the photo below, isn’t it .?.!.?.


It’s hard to be impressed with beaches around the world when you’ve lived in Australia (& NZ) – the Bartican ‘beach’ was amongst the most unimpressive.


I was torn between hiding from the rain (like all the locals) and sneaking a look at the soggy sights on the boat ride back to Georgetown.





The Weekend Days :: Exploring Georgetown


I spent most of my weekend days wandering the wide shady streets of Georgetown.


I also spent some non-work time having a recurrent ear infection looked into.


Below is the wall that keeps the ocean out of the city which is built beneath sea level.


The other water feature of note in Georgetown is the long floating bridge – which closes at low tide each day.


It was good to be in country that valued cricket highly enough to put it on the front of their daily devotional booklet.




Week 2 :: Georgetown & Suddie

In the second week I travelled to several different locations to observe and assist recent graduands in their permanent clinics.


The first clinic I visited was in the Georgetown public hospital.


I am sure the above offer doesn’t include recreational drugs (though you might have them on a technicality).


Another speed boat was required to get me to Suddie where I spent most of the second week with a new eye specialist who was working out of the little rural hospital there.


The graduand that I was coaching here was in the later stages of her first pregnancy; As such, in addition to offering her a little advice, I was also able to provide cover for her while she attended medical appointments and had her final ultrasound.


(Again) the accommodation here was beautifully simple.



The ocean is brown for as far as the eye can see from the shoreline. (Oddly, Guyana is included as one of the Caribbean nations despite having no coastline that borders the Caribbean Sea, probably because it was part of the old British Empire.)



Come the end of the second week I was back on the boat in order to return to Georgetown in time for a debriefing session with Charles (Director of Eyecare Guyana) and Petra (who has done an enormous amount of work in setting up the training program).


The very last thing I did in Georgetown was to visit the local university’s campus.



Eyecare Guyana currently has a proposal before the local university to establish a new school of optometry that will offer a four year long degree in optometry to its students.



Once the proposal is formally approved by the university, Eyecare Guyana will require the services of at least two more optometrists to establish the school and teach the courses. These teaching/administrative positions represent the best opportunities I have turned up in my travels to do something significant in the region. The task is an order of magnitude (or two) larger than what I was preparing myself for (I was considering committing myself to a year or two assisting with an established program), and is therefore both more significant and costly than I had anticipated. I am still considering whether I am prepared to make the necessary social and financial sacrifices. So please be praying for me as I continue to think through these issues. I won't need to decide anything until early next year when the positions are actually advertised.

12 September 2009

Act 18 | Barbados

In the original plan I was in Barbados so as to rest up in between demanding volunteering stints; As it turned out, I was over rested in Saint Lucia, which was a very good thing, because Kel and his best mate Baldwyn were keen to show me Barbados by the dark of night rather than the light of day (once I'd convinced them that I was really only white on the outside).


The bar below is one that the international cricketers drink at when playing at Barbados (usually against the West Indies); I ordered 'whatever Steve Waugh ordered when he was here' from the barmaid (who couldn't remember what that was).


It’s a real test of your manhood to see if you can drink the local rum straight.




Kel had organised for his family and I to stay at Baldwyn's home: Three families - three bedrooms; being single finally paid off as a family-per-bedroom approach was adopted for apportioning the rooms.


I very much enjoyed talking Caribbean economics & social dynamics with Ro, Church & sports with Kel, and dribble with Josh (and Baldwyn).




Barbados is the most developed of the West Indian islands.


In every developed country there is room for further development.


Barbados attracted more British immigrants (in search of greener pastures) than the other Islands who now despise Barbados for being elitist and for their hard to understand British accents. (It took me a few days to pick up on the fact that what they were describing was the British cockney influence (rather than a 'proper' English accent).)



I had just enough time to see and eat some of the Barbados sights like:

a beautiful beach;





a flying fish sandwich;


& the wild West Coast
(where I put my toes in the Atlantic Ocean).


I must send out a huge public thank you to Baldwyn, Suzanne, & Nathan, who took me into their home on naught more than Kel's recommendation (an act of foolish love if ever there was one), and drove me all the way to the West Coast before my departing flight.