February 16.  Driving is so much different from back home.  Roads are narrow, and lanes are not solely reserved for cars traveling in one direction.  The other lane can be used for avoiding bicyclers who travel on the edge of the road, and frequently for scooting around slow-moving motorcycles or other automobiles, or pedestrians, of which there are many.  So far I have only recognized one no-passing zone.  But nobody seems to get hurt by these goings on; it is just a way of life.

Guyana hosts all kinds of exotic fruits, some of which grow year round.  So far Mrs. Katryan has fed us bananas and a fruit very much like the banana called plantain.  They have fresh limes here, from which she made an excellent lime juice.  We have had star apples, which are like miniature apples with a seed in the middle.  When they are cut in half, you can see the shape of a star in the fruit.  Also we enjoyed golden apples, which are deliciously sweet, with just a hint of tart; something like a cross between an apple and a peach.  They have a tasty fruit called Dunks, and in their orchard the Katryans have a breadfruit tree.  The breadfruit is used for a variety of purposes, including making chips (or fries, as they are called down here).  The Katryans grow much of their own fruit in a lovely little orchard they have on their property, and often have enough of a surplus to share with the churches.  Even our beef soup, which we had for lunch, contained such exotic ingredients as white sweet potatoes and plantain.  It was quite fascinating, and very tasty.

The sun just peeked out for the first time since our arrival in Guyana.  So far it has been nothing except cloudy and extremely humid.  The wind has also blown incessantly since our arrival.  This helps moderate the heat a little, since the wind is blowing in off of the Corentyne River, a body of water at least a mile wide, which separates Guyana from Suriname.  Our shower has no hot water, but it is warm enough that that is no nuisance.

Guyana is singularly blessed of God in that it is not subject to fierce weather extremes (at least not in the coastal area where we are).  I spoke with brother Katryan about this yesterday, and he said that they have no tornadoes or large earthquakes, no serious hurricanes, not even flooding, although they have abundant rainfall.

 The Katryans have a beautiful home, which includes an enclosed porch overlooking the wide Corentyne River.  Like many homes in Guyana, it has a ground floor, but the main apartments are built up off the ground, to protect from the moisture.  Mrs. Katryan has beautifully adorned the home with pictures, china, Bible verses, stuffed animals, and other interesting trinkets, all perfectly ordered and arranged.  I also noticed the ornately made Indian décor on the ceiling, which was quite attractive to the eye.  I have been upstairs so far only once, but was impressed by brother Almond’s study.  Our bedrooms on the first floor are well furnished with queen-sized beds, and windows facing the river.  The constant breeze keeps the room temperature tolerable, and at night just cool enough to need a sheet for covers.  Like many homes I have seen in Guyana that belong to Indians, there seems to be a liking for bright colors, particularly blue, red, and green.  Many Indian dwellings and Hindu temples also use a lot of pink.  If nothing else, Guyana is a very colorful country, in the literal sense of the word.