Friday, July 17, 2009

July 15, 2009

I am not sure my flight plan home could have been less conveniently planned. I had put a bunch of thought into a good itinerary, but by the time our travel agency got around to buying the ticket, the itinerary had devolved to absurdity. There was actually a leg from Houston to Dallas and I had to collect my bag, go through customs and re-enter the airport not once, but twice, during tight layovers. But the airlines over preformed. My low expectations[1] of Caribbean airlines were vastly exceeded and Continental was consistently early. I am not sure why I tend to select anything but Continental when given the choice. They have fine on-time arrival rates, good service, comfortable seats, never seem to be full, play multiple free movies, and still serve food. I don’t travel to the southeast much anymore, but they have definitely moved up my list.

The highlight of the trip home was flying over the Caribbean islands. The pilot went out of his way to pass over the islands and I had a window. The calcareous depositional environment was exceptionally clear. I feel like I understand limestone a lot better now. And it was pretty. I can see why people vacation here.

Let me wrap up with a couple random thoughts and stories to round out the day.

We found this sign that could be a sound entry to the FAIL blog.


And Mark took this picture of a bird cage on one of the light poles. It seemed like an odd place to keep a pet, unless it was a public pet or mascot. We remained confused until we went to Kester’s friend’s house for dinner Friday night and he had 2 similar birds in similar cages. Apparently these are competition birds. They have sing offs. They pit the birds against each other and compete them on a number of criteria (# number of chirps, length of song, volume). There is even a kind of morose ‘sudden death’ component. Apparently it is not uncommon for one of the competing birds to simply drop dead of exertion. As I began to understand I said, ‘Oh, it is a song bird competition.’ Our hosts found this very funny. Apparently it is far more serious than my pithy description made it sound.

I have spent most of my down time preparing for the class and exploring Georgetown with Mark, but I have worked through several biodiversity lectures provided to me by an Ecology and Evolution prof from UCD. The professor specializes in South American rain forests, so it has been cool to be learning about the unparalleled biodiversity (and the causal mechanics) of this biome from such a proximal position (even if I didn’t get to the forest itself).

Mark and Nazeem (the student I got to know the best and just a really smart guy) got in a little good natured debate about where driving was more dangerous – Guyana or the US. They both happened to know the annual auto death numbers from their countries, but when they did the math as a percentage of population size, the automobile death rates were nearly identical. We reasoned that the more chaotic driving system in Guyana probably produced more accidents but there were far fewer fatalities since velocities were so much lower.[2]


I have decided that I feel so uncomfortable walking with traffic because there is a very tight social contract in Guyanese culture that I have not bought into. In our system, we demonstrate that we are not going to hit someone by staying far away from them. But in Georgetown, where streets are narrow and cars share the road with horses, bikes and pedestrians, space is a premium. So the optimize the use of space with a tight social contract of trust. The pedestrians have the assurance of said social contract that, though the cars may get close, they will not be hit. Two cars can essentially play chicken in a passing maneuver that would be prosecutable in the states, because everyone agrees to swerve at the last minute. In a sense, there is something kind of beautiful about this. If we re-cast ‘chaotic driving’ as ‘a high level of social trust and cohesion’ it puts things in a little different perspective.

The picture in my room is of a big pile of sand in a river. This seems odd…for anyone but me. Since computing the amount of sediment a river can move is the one thing I am supposed to be an expert in, it seemed oddly appropriate. Mark had a waterfall.


I lost a coffee bet to Mark. The bet was: Could you fit 2 Mississippi’s into an Idaho?[3] It turns out you can fit 1.8 Mississippi’s in an Idaho. I owe Mark coffee.

Well, thanks for coming with me on these two trips. The chance of future work is there but is a little remote, so I am going to retire the blog here. But of course, I have still not been to the waterfall or the wild life sanctuary.[4] The legendary golden frog still eludes me. And, it is rare to work on a flooding problem that has recently displaced a third of a nation’s population. I think there is a lot of good work to be done and adventure to be had, so you never know. More significantly, this was my first deployment with the CMEP team, who do disaster readiness for our allies (or those we would like to be our allies) all over the world (and I think it went very well), so other opportunities are not outside of the realm of possibility.

The keys to HEC keeping me long term boil down to 1) do I get to do cool research type work that no one has ever done, 2) do I get to live near a major college campus and make a tangible contribution to a effective and contextualized college ministry and 3) do I continue to get to be involved in work overseas where creative water problem solving could dramatically improve the quality of life for some in the two-thirds world (usually far more so than state side work on well established water infrastructure). So far, it looks like we may be in Davis for a while, counter-intuitively, because I get to spend so much time away from Davis. And, it needs to be said, that my wife is pretty remarkable for affording me these opportunities when we have two children under the age of two.

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[1] Based on previous experience.
[2] I related this to someone recently who replied, yeah, but what is their rate per mile. This gave me pause, but I’m not sure we should get computational credit for being such an auto-centric culture. Living war away from work and play simply increases our risk even if our vehicles are safer.
[3] Guyana is approximately the size of Idaho, which is how the conversation started.
[4] I decided not to tack time onto the end of my trips in part because of the inflexibility of our travel agency and in part because it was extremely heroic of my wife to let me go in the first place, so I wanted to keep my absence as short as possible.

July 14, 2009

Last day of the class. We were 6 sheets of card stock short of being able to print enough certificates. This was cool because it meant that a lot of people came to the class (we had planned for 30, but at least 40 had come to at least part of it). Unfortunately, the driver took us to 4 different copy shops and we didn’t find one that was just opening until 8:30 – when we were supposed to be at class. So we were late. But this was a Saturday and everyone was there. It is always validating when we offer training and it spills into a usual day off and people come anyway. It demonstrated that they were finding it valuable.

We started with a couple demonstrations and then I introduced the hydraulic model[1] of the local system. I made a little avi of the regional flooding below. I had given them a list of tasks to try with the local model and they spent the day (until 3:00 getting used to it). Then we passed out the certificates and the class was done. We got a couple of comments that when the students showed up they were discouraged because the manual looked intimidating and the math looked hard, but that both Mark and I are very clear teachers and made it simple. I’m not sure how wide spread the sentiment was, but this was encouraging given the quasi-language gap.



After the class Kester took us on base to the officer’s club for beers. We talked about his career goals and his vision for putting together an interagency water modeling working group. He also said that I was on TV this morning. I am a little surprised, since I half thought that it was just a print media interview.

After that we went back to the hotel and met Dave. More than a dozen US personnel will be coming in for the exercise in the next day or so. Mark and Dave had enjoyed traveling together before and Mark was looking forward to him joining us. We had plantain fries and fish appetizers at the hotel and then walked to Buddies.

One interesting conversation we had at buddies regarded ‘bush meat.’ We had seen road signs for ‘bush meat,’ which, essentially, is mixed meats hunted in the jungles and savannahs of inland Guyana. Dave said he wasn’t that interested because it probably included the meat of something that shouldn’t be hunted. Mark replied that he wasn’t that interested in eating monkeys. This is a data point I had never considered in the late David Foster-Wallace’s thoughts about meat disassociation. In Consider the Lobster, DFW posits that the closer an animal is to us on the cladistic diagram, the more likely we are going to have a separate name for its meat. Consider, we eat chicken, duck, rabbit but not cow, pig or sheep (which are beef, pork and mutton). But there is something about the anthropomorphic qualities of a monkey that infuse its consumption with creepy cannibalistic overtones. But, since I believe that monkey is qualitatively, rather than quantitatively different than humans, if it is not endangered, serve it up.

On a less philosophical topic, I also posited that sloth struck me as possibly less appetizing than possum, the most disgusting meat I have consumed to date. This turned out to be an unverifiable claim to my dining companions. Sometimes I forget that not everyone has tasted every mammal that wanders the woods of their child hood wanderings.

Dinner was good, again. We got home, and I set my alarm for 2:30 am.
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[1] I am not being redundant here. There are two different models. Hydrology answers the question ‘How much water and when?’ Hydraulics answers the question, who is going to get wet and how deep will it be?’.

Monday, July 13, 2009

July 13, 2009

(Note: I am home, but I have posts for the last three days that I will continue to put up here.)

Today was probably the easiest class day. We switched from hydrology and hydraulics, which is what Mark and I both work on and teach regularly. We are essentially teaching the software we write. I did have a couple extended conversations about individual projects and think I was able to provide helpful input. Here are a couple of pictures of the class room and teaching.


After the class we had planned to go with Kester to eat at one of his friends houses. Kester picked us up an hour late, which was not a huge surprise, especially given that he has a huge week coming up next week and went back to work after dinner.

The friend served two big pots of food. One was chicken curry, which was very good. The other I did not recognize. They called it a Pepper Pot[1]. Apparently this is what every house in Guyana makes for Christmas. The chicken curry reflects the South Aisian descent of our hosts, but the pepper pot is fundamentally Guyanese.

It was an Amer-Indians (Guyana’s native peoples) dish. According to our hosts the Ameri-Indians used to just keep a stew pot cooking with a local sweet root and some hot peppers in lieu of refrigeration. They said ‘Whatever they got in the jungle, a pig, a monkey, a snake, it went in the pot with everything else. And they just kept adding to it. It was never finished.’

They served roti[2] (a nan like flat, dense, unleavened bread) to eat with the curry and bread to eat with the pepper pot. No silverware. The breads were the eating utensils. Apparently, the bread is made with donated American grains. It sounds like we have been offering grain for a while but wheat bread wasn’t catching on. So they experimented with combination rice/wheat breads for a while until they found a mix that caught on. It was very good.

Kester’s friend ate with us but his wife served the meal and then did not join us. This struck me a odd, until it came out that they were Muslims. There was Urdu script on the wall and on the way out he told me a story about the tree in the front yard. Apparently it was a date palm grown from a date his mother had brought back from her hajj to Mecca.


On the way home, Kester took us by his mother’s house so he could see his son and we could meet his extended family. They were very warm and welcoming. His son was very cute. Going from Kester’s colleague’s house, to a house that reflected Kester’s background, however, demonstrated how far he had climbed socio-economically. We were particularly honored that he would bring us by to see his son. His son is just over 2 years like Charis. Mark took a picture and showed him, and he pointed at his own image and said his name. It was super cute.

We got back to the hotel around 8 with a lot of work still to do. We didn’t get to bed until 1ish.

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[1] This was unlike anything I had ever had before which made it a cool cross cultural adventure. Unfortunately, it also made for a couple days of gastrointestinal adventure. Worth it.
[2] I ran into this in both Nepal (we called in Chapati in Nepal and I got to ‘help’ make it) and Africa, which our hosts suggested. It is interesting in Guyana because both major populations, those of African descent and those of South Asian descent, enjoy roti as part of their cultural heritage. Kester said the only difference was which syllable got the accent.


Saturday, July 11, 2009

July 9, 2009

Mark started the day going over the ‘time of concentration’ calculation again. It is a complex computation that takes about an hour and can’t really be done well by computer. It is a little unfair to him because when we divided up the lectures and workshops, we didn’t foresee that this workshop would essentially include 2 hours of calculation from the front. But we are talking about cutting his bridge hydraulics lectures to make more time for the students to practice with the local model.

I guess this is as good a time as any to describe why we are here. Next week there is a big emergency management exercise. The Guyanese will be simulating a hypothetical flood event and trying to coordinate a response. I have constructed numerical models of the river and watershed that will be used to predict how much flooding will occur, where it will occur and how bad it will be. We are here for the previous week, to train them in the software and get them familiar with the model I built. The short term goal would be that they could use the model to predict flood impact. The long term goal would be that a small, interagency team would emerge from the class that could model additional systems for flooding and water supply objectives. The sustainability plan involves three professors who are taking the class and will, presumably, teach it as part of the hydrology curriculum. I think the long term benefit here has a pretty high likelihood, primarily because of Kester. He has a plan. He made this happen, and always seems to have something cooking.

Today during tea break we were interviewed by the local media. I am not sure if it was TV or print but there was a video camera and they took some footage of Mark reviewing the workshop. They primarily asked about our purpose, what we are teaching about and if there is more training planned.


The students spent a good chunk of today just working with the local model I constructed. This was the major change we made to the schedule. We dumped a couple of the more theoretical lectures and invented 8 tasks for them to do with the local model. I think this was a significant improvement of over the original agenda. It was much less directed and I feel like the students did very well. I think it also demonstrated the utility of the model since they were simulating the actual 2005 event which brought flood disaster preparedness to the forefront of the national consciousness. There were a couple of things that didn’t go as planned, but, on the whole, the exercise was really valuable for a workshop written quickly over beers (and fake beer). It was a fun day because I am pretty proud of the model (which I banged out in under a week, though it is more of a month effort). There is a screen shot of the hydrologic model above. While Mark lectured I tried to convert my steady flow hydraulic model of the local river into an unsteady flow model with remarkable success.

After class we had the driver drop us off at the zoo. It is part of a big botanical park. I went last time (see previous posts), but it was still very fun. A couple of the animals were out that were not out last time including many of the small cats. The Ocelot is my favorite and two of them were out.



We were also impressed with the Harpy Eagles. The sign says that they seldom fly above the jungle canopy. The mental picture I have of eagles soaring on the wind surveying the land for a meal just don’t work. They mainly eat monkeys, sloths and Cotamundis (with the occasional large lizard). Seems like an ecological niche more commonly inhabited by owls (which the zoo also had). But these are enormous birds (up to 25 lbs). (This also led to the realization that Mark and I were both big Piers Anthony fans as adolescents).



The other interesting thing was that one of the monkeys was clearly on the outside of the exhibit. There was a monkey on the lam. We saw him through multiple ceiling bars and there was no roof enclosure.



After the zoo we walked through the approximately half mile park only to find the east gate locked. But, Mark remarked, I have yet to see a fence that can effectively keep people out, and sure enough, there was a person sized hole not far from the gate.

We walked back (again, about half a mile). A horse trailer offered us a ride. We considered it but I hesitated to long and probably for the better. The embassy has a strict no bus rule but is silent on the issue of horse pulled trailer. I have to believe that we would have been violating the spirit of the law, even if we were within the protection of the text itself.

As it became clear we were approaching the hotel we ate at what seemed to be one of the last places. It was clearly a dive, but had ‘Snapa’ (Snapper) on the menu and we decided to ‘go slumming’ a bit. But there was nice open outdoor seating on a major street so it seemed safe enough. We were not yet aware just how much that was the case. There seemed to be immediate confusion regarding our desire to get food. It became apparent (to Mark[1]) that food was not the primary, or even secondary business the establishment was peddling. It seemed the confusion regarding our order was almost intentional. It was as if they wanted us to order something they couldn’t ask us if we wanted[2]…and we later debated if one of the things we could have requested was the ‘waitress’ herself.[3]

If the food was their primary business, they weren’t very good at it. But we had been told that Chow Mein here was, in fact, noodles, but a different kind of noodles than Lo Mein. And they were. It was a spicy egg noodle. It was pretty interesting, which is really the only way I can describe the entire dining experience. We ate relatively quickly and didn’t linger long.



After that we went to a grocery a couple blocks away. There were other white people there. I think the first I had seen all week. I bought camera batteries and a Cadbury nut and fruit chocolate bar. The last time I had one of those was in Kenya. Before that, the last time I had one of those was in London. I don’t know if international travel generates a very specific craving or if these are only available outside the US…but it sure is a good chocolate bar and I didn’t eat much of my dinner.

We went back to the hotel and set up the laptops at our favorite patio to work in the mild, costal, night air. We got some work done, but the internet was not working and I faded fast. I was in bed by 10.

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[1] Throughout the trip Mark has simply been more observant than me. I don’t know if he looks around more, while I get fixated, or if he just knows what to look for, or is just more of a scientists, constantly taking in and processing data…but there were many phenomena that I would have simply overlooked, including the dinner situation.
[2] We were left with the feeling that our desire to order food and a beer, sit down, eat it and leave was, somehow, a strange request for a restaurant to honor.
[3] Upon careful analysis of the data, we have concluded that the answer is probably a disturbing yes.

Friday, July 10, 2009

July 8, 2009: The Sea Wall

Teaching went more smoothly today. We finally figured out the problem with the computers, but were able to buddy people up on working computers. My office generally believes in doing workshops with a partner. It builds class cohesion. It forms governmental networks. It requires fewer instructors and the students work through problems together. It is just pedagogically superior to each person working alone. But the Guyanese were proud of securing each person their own machine so we did not buck that…but after all of the computers were working again, I was glad to see many of the partner groups remained.

It was probably my hardest day of lecture, with 2 very technical lectures in the program I don’t write. But it went pretty well. Mark lost power during his lecture. This is something that happens teaching overseas. Fortunately it happened during a lecture (and not a workshop) and the generator kicked in quickly.


After class we decided to start walking around immediately in the hopes of getting to a restaurant[1] and planning the impromptu workshop for the next day. We ended up within sight of the floodwall and decided to see how far we could walk along it. We ended up walking about a mile west on the sea wall all the way to where it ended at the mouth of the river.

This was definitely a highlight of my time here so far. The water may be laden with Amazon mud, but the cool ocean breeze blowing in, families playing in the ocean, the sun setting on the horizon, all work together to make the flood wall a really fun place.


Most of the sea wall is deceptively wide. We had heard that it is the best place to run in Guyana. Since it essentially looks like concrete Jersey barrier from the side, we greeted this assertion with skepticism. But it is several feet wide, allowing two way pedestrian traffic. If I wasn’t staying up late every night working I would totally be getting up early to run on it.

Towards the end Mark did notice an empty discarded wallet that gave us pause, but we ended up walking out to the end of the pier (see picture below).

There were three fishermen out there and what appeared to be a make shift shack with a small wind generator. This was pretty cool.


While we were walking Mark mentioned that today was his 40th birthday. He said he didn’t even realize he would be traveling on his 40th until last weekend, he was in work, and sent a friend an e-mail on the occasion of her 40th, realized his was immanent, did the math and found that he would be in Guyana.


Just before the floodwall transitioned into the pier is what I will call Guyana’s diplomatic center. The American and Canadian embassy are on the same block as the Pegasus hotel, all within a block of the ocean. It seems like a pretty nice spot. We had heard that the Pegasus hotel used to be the nicest hotel in town. It seemed appropriate that dinner should be a bit of an event tonight given the occasion. So we wandered in looking for a restaurant. It had been my belief that we were not staying at the Pegasus hotel because its day had passed…that it was now an old hotel that was not as nice as the newish one that we were staying in. It became clear that this was not the case. We were not staying at the Pegasus, it appeared, because it was too nice. But dinner was still very reasonable and very good. When we were done, things had really picked up in the lobby. There was a steel drum band and, pretty much, a party going on. It would have been fun to stay, but we still had to write a work shop.


We took a taxi back to our hotel since it was late, dark, and we had walked for about an hour. We felt like we had been taken on taxi rides earlier in the trip (no one has or uses meters) but not this one. It was ~$2.

We set up our computers on the second floor covered porch and worked until ~11:30. The bar was open, so I went to get beers. I thought, Mark should at least have someone to drink with while he works on his birthday. Unfortunately, I was not successful in the objective. Mark got a Banks premium. It is the local beer that we have been drinking. I like it. But they had another type (that came in several brands) called the Malta. I was feeling adventurous and asked for the Banks Malta. My comment when I tasted it was, ‘That’s interesting.’ Mark tried it and generated the same response. Upon closer inspection, I had ordered a non-alcoholic beer. Mark said it tasted like the pre-fermented grain malt that beer is made out of. There was some general comedy in the fact that I was trying to be a ‘drinking buddy’ and failed. But I would have preferred the beer.

Here are a few additional pictures from the flood wall walk and the embassy area.


A statue of the local endangered turtle. Mark’s comment: “It has got to be hard to be a turtle these days. They are slow and tasty. Not a helpful combination.”

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[1] I never spell restaurant close enough to get word to spell check it. It is because I pronounce it rest-raunt. I was talking with one of the students about this and he said, ‘yeah, that is how we pronounce it too.’

July 7, 2009


Got up at 6, showered, ironed and looked at my lecture materials. Mark and I met for breakfast at 6:40, but it wasn’t open until 7…when we were supposed to leave. Our driver waited and we ate anyway. This did not put us behind, since we were the first to arrive by a solid 20 minutes. This was not surprising for the day after a holiday.

It was a good sized class. We have about 30 students. The morning lectures went fine. Both Mark and I talk fast, and we are understanding about 75% of what is said to us, so we need to be careful to speak slowly so we can be understood. It is kind of funny to have a language barrier but not be able to blame it on the language. Everyone speaks English as their first language, but Caribbean vs American dialects are about as distinct as English can be. One of the IT guys joked that we should get a translator to go from our English to real English.

I was looking forward to the workshop in the afternoon. The first workshop tends to be when the class bonds and the course picks up momentum. Things started out fine. The students seemed to be getting it. But then one step in the middle of the workshop simply didn’t work on ~1/3rd of the machines. It was a lab permissions issue. It turns out the same caution that kept the lab nice was preventing a third of our students from doing using the software. Because it wasn’t our program, we were not very successful at trouble shooting the problem. Not a good start. This turned out to be because several of the computers were on a domain server, whatever that means, and was eventually fixed by the IT guy.

After the class, several of the University students took us to their research watershed. They showed us what data they are collecting and asked if there was a way they could use it to compute a ‘runoff coefficient.’ After significant discussion, we decided that it was likely that they could use our software to get at the losses they were interested in but that the analytical approach would probably not work.


Then our driver took us back to the hotel, we did some e-mail and then headed out exploring. We walked 4 or 5 blocks to a place called Buddy’s that had been recommended. But that was closer than we had thought, so we looped around several blocks before dinner. It was dark by the time we finished. Walking through the residential neighborhoods did not seem threatening. The main thing I worried about was not getting hit by cars. There were no sidewalks on most of the roads.

Buddy’s turned out to be a Chinese restaurant. While the two major ethnic groups here are of African and South Asian (Indian) descent there apparently was a substantial Chinese immigration to work the cane fields at one point. So there are many Chinese restaurants. The undisputed highlight of this meal was the egg rolls. Both Mark and I ordered shrimp egg rolls. When they came out, we realized the description was much more literal than we had expected.

They were essentially little shrimp omelets.


I got a seafood pineapple, which is exactly what it sounds like, and Mark got the house lo mein. This reopened my little conundrum about how lo mein on the east coast is called chow mein on the west coast. Apparently Guyana fits more with its east coast location.


We got home around 8:30 and did the next workshop, then went to our respective rooms to prep our lectures. Around 10, there was a knock on the door. It was Mark who proposed we restructure the next day and a half of class. I agreed and continued to prep until 11:30. At 11:30 I got online to leave my wife a little facebook note, but found her online, so we IM’d for about 45 minutes.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Monday July 6, 2009

Monday did not start well. We got to the airport in plenty of time, but soon learned that not only had our baggage not been checked through, but my ticket to Georgetown had been canceled for lack of payment. It is hard for me to describe the bureaucracy surrounding international travel with the Federal government. Let’s just say that I abandoned any hope of staying after the class in Guyana for a jungle adventure simply because of the extra complexity it would add to a travel situation that already had a pretty low probability of going well. My office cell phone still did not work outside the US…fortunately Mark’s did. I was able to call the emergency federal travel hotline. After extended periods on hold and being dropped once, they got me a ticket and we made the plane. In retrospect this seems benign, but it was really disconcerting at the time. The moral of the story is that I should never travel internationally with the government without a working cell phone…never.

After that the day settled down. Customs went without issue and we were picked up by an embassy vehicle. A couple interesting things on the trip to the airport. We encountered a bike race shortly after leaving the airport. Two cyclists were just trying to distance themselves from the peleton of ~30 bikers.


We also passed many, many, fields of a dense crop, with no discernable fruit, with plants taller than me. All of my experience in the field in the previous trips were in the rice fields east of Georgetown. This was not rice. It was cane. One of Gyana’a chief exports. I get a warm feeling about sugar cane, since HFCS is so ubiquitous and is turning out to be so potentially detrimental.


There was also one immediately apparent difference between this trip and my last visit to Guyana. We had arrived during the rainy season[1]. The first morning it rained early, hard and often. This is fun. In Buffalo, I knew people who would try to get somewhere warm and sunny every year to break up the dreariness of the overcast cold of the extended Buffalo winter (which could seem to occupy half the year). I have been feeling the opposite. It refuses to rain for 6 months at a time in California. While this is convenient for picnics and backpacking, I think I actually get sunshine fatigue. At some point in July, you walk out your door and say, ‘hmm, another perfectly clear, intensely sunny, hot day’ and start wishing for a good Midwestern thunderstorm. I think Guyana should market itself as a rainfall vacation spot. In the same way that Midwesterners go to Cancun for sun for a mid-winter weather reprieve, Californians could go to Guyana for a little late summer rain. I am mostly being silly, but this is all to say that I consider rainy season to be far from a liability.

Both Mark and I arrived pretty wiped out. I was thankful for a place to sleep last night but two early morning flights in a row, with the time change, still had taken a toll. We decided to eat anyway. I suspect we are the only ones staying at our hotel. One would think that would turn into exemplary service. One would be wrong. Between it being a holiday and low occupancy seemed to conspire against the kitchen being ready to go. But once the food did come it was quite good. We got stir fry (mainly on the advice that it would be quick.

By the time lunch wrapped up it was about 12:30. We were meeting our contact at 2:15. So we tried to nap and were mostly successful despite the best efforts of a rooster just beneath my window.

Then, Kester, the Guyanese gentleman who made this class happen and has taken charge of it, met picked us up. Kester impressed me the last time I was here. He is motivated, affable, organized and seems to just be an effective guy. He brought us to the University of Guyana computer lab where 3 IT guys met us. These guys were all working on their holiday[2] to make the class happen and were all quite good. The computer lab had 30 machines and was in remarkably good shape. I never know what to expect when someone says they have a ‘computer lab’ in another country. In Afghanistan, it was a borderline nightmare. All of the machines were as infected as could be and many didn’t even remotely work. The University of Nairobi was much better by comparison. But the University of Guyana was exceptionally good. It was new in 2004, but the equipment seemed older than that and 5 years is plenty of time for a computer lab to be in disrepair. We had the software loaded and the binders stuffed in less than 2 hours.

This was faster than Kester expected as well. So he offered to drive us around Georgetown which was very cool. A couple of the highlights:

-There is a new conference center that is interesting in two ways. It is architecturally unique and it was built by the Chinese.


-We went to many of the sites I hit on my walking tour last time, but they were still fun. Most of the historic buildings are made entirely of wood (one of the country’s top resources) giving them a distinct look from European or American historic buildings which tend to be brick or stone.

-We crossed the new bridge across the huge river adjacent to Georgetown. The cool thing about the bridge is that it was unsuspended. It was a floating bridge. Like the bridges the British used in WWII, it was built on a series of connected pontoons. There is a railroad track in the middle of it that is used to move the middle portion of the bridge over to allow large shipping vessels through. There is no way that Guyana could afford a bridge that would span a river of this size with enough clearance to allow the big shrimping boats through. The floating bridge is a much more economical solution. Kester said that a similar bridge crosses the Esquibo (Guyana’s largest river) making it possible to drive all the way across Guyana for the first time.


But after we crossed the bridge things got really interesting. Kester stopped at a friend’s house who invited us all in. His friend was a Captain in the Reserves (and had been in the reserves for 18 years) in addition to his normal job. The friend was gregarious and welcoming and before we knew it his wife was bringing us food. It started as a ‘snack’ with a sizable piece of ‘casserole.’ Mark and I tried to come up with a good, concise definition of it later but were unable to. It was somewhere between a high quality, firm, mac and cheese and a quiche. But it featured chili peppers. If you can imagine the best Mac and Cheese possible, and then lace it with some substantial chilies, that is what it was, and it was fantastic.

But as the conversation topic turned from flooding to food, someone mentioned ‘roti.’ This prompted Mark to ask the totally innocent question, ‘What’s roti?’[3] Before we knew it, despite our protests, we were eating a shrimp and green bean[4]stir fry, because, apparently you can’t just try roti by itself. We felt the standard American emotions of imposition but it was a wonderful experience of Guyanese culture.

After that, Kester was planning to take us out for beer and barbecue as part of the holiday celebration. This could have been extremely fun, but unfortunately, we were both fading fast and still had some prep to do for the next day’s class. We dropped some hints. Kester made another stop of unknown purpose (I suspect he was letting people he was gong to meet at the planned event that we would not be attending) and we headed back to the hotel.

At the hotel, Mark and I worked through the next day’s workshop. We are both hydraulics guys (the topic of the second half of the class). The first half of the class is on hydrology, which we both know[5] but is neither of our specialties. So even though Mark is extremely smart and I have done a lot of hydrology, it still requires some non-trivial prep on our part. After that I worked on my lecture some and was unconscious by 10.
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[1] The driver suggested that, in most years, the rainy season would be over by now…but it started late this year and is going late.
[2] The holiday was Carico day or something like that. Carico is a meeting of the Caribbean leaders with the intent of building a regional consortium like the European union. The goal is seamless travel, free trade and, mostly, a single currency between them (something comparable to the Euro). The idea seems to be that by forming the alliance they will emerge as a substantial regional player comparable to Brazil or Argentina. The Guyanese that I talked to were skeptical that it would ever happen.
[3] Actually, his actual question was ‘What’s the second word you said?’ This question could not have been more innocent.
[4] This is one of the things I have come to enjoy about Guyanese food. All of the meals I have had so far have been served on a bed of thin, sautéed green beans. I like green beans. I think they are, unquestionably, the best green vegetable that exists.
[5] I have taught a joint hydrology and hydraulics class in both Kenya and Afghanistan, so the material is familiar, but is not my daily work, so it still requires some review.