Day Two Hundred and Five - Creek Crossing
There are no ways round these creeks which cross the savannah and surround every village. To get through, just cycle until you sink, hop off and wade, and then tip out your wellies at the other side.
Day Two Hundred and Four - Bush Farm
Day One Hundred and Ninety Nine - Zenith
Day One Hundred and Ninety Eight - Tree Climbing
Day One Hundred and Ninety Seven - Bulldozers
A deeper sleep than just dozing! An ambitious plan was made a decade or two ago to build a really big runway for Aishalton, and the South Rupununi. Bulldozers, tractors, and a road layer were brought by the Guyana Aviation Authority. They must have worked for a long time, moving a lot of earth, before they discovered a seam of hard rock running accross the middle of their intended runway. Faced with the decision of what to do about the rock - either blast it all away with dynamite, or build up the runway higher on each side - they retired to think about it.
The bulldozers are gradually rusting into the ground. They will not move earth again.
Day One Hundred and Ninety Six - Sunday Outing
Day One Hundred and Ninety Five - Storage Pot
It could be an ancient storage pot, left behind by some prehistoric civilisation, but in fact, it is a tiny nest built by a marabunta wasp for its young egg. It builds the pot from sand, grit and spit, lays an egg in it, and then places a grub inside (after parlysing it with a sting). When the egg hatches, it has a meal ready before it has to leave home!
See Photo of the Day - Day 73 for a picture of the marabunta!
Day One Hundred and Ninety Four - Dancing in Evening Light
This may come as a surprise to those who are used my self-critisism, however; I'm actually quite happy with this image! The evening light gives a lovely glow to the man's face, but there was a price to pay, with a very strong shadow running just above the hairband. I had to wait until the dancer ducked his head, to make sure the shadow wasn't over his face - but the light was low enough to require a slow shutter speed - so I couldn't get away with much movement. I could have used more flash, but that would have blown the evening colours. So, considering the conditions, I think I managed to get an acceptable result.
Day One Hundred and Ninety - From Small Mangos
Day One Hundred and Eighty Eight - Last of the Summer Sun
Day One Hundred and Eighty Seven - Butterfly
Day One Hundred and Eighty Six - Rock Carvings
I cycled to the rock carvings for the rise of the full moon, but when I got there I found that the rock faces the wrong way to get the carvings and the moon in shot, and even worse, the area was full of rubish. Someone has driven there for a picnic and left empty drink cans and polystrene food containers. It's hard to believe, so far from the nearest fast food vendor, that this could happen. I guess it's the same with beauty spots the world over - people go to admire the scenery, and then do their little bit to destroy it.
The setting sun filtering across the carved rockface was a small consolation.
The setting sun filtering across the carved rockface was a small consolation.
Day One Hundred and Eighty Five - Butterfly
Day One Hundred and Eighty Three - Chainsaw
Day One Hundred and Eighty - Hummingbird Chick
Day One Hundred and Seventy Seven - Savannah
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