Thoughts of a minibus traveller

Today there was another amazing sunset and I was fortunate to see it. The heat during the day has some pay back probably in that the sunsets could be spectacular. Today, the pink purple hues were not only in the East but above, in the sky. No point taking pictures, you would have to be an excellent photographer to get the whole vista. To see the sunset, you have to keep your head high. The seawall in Georgetown is a blessing. if you can keep your eyes above the rubbish and breathe in the fresh air rather than the stink of carcasses thrown over the wall, then it is easy to enjoy the sea wall. One of the easiest cures for melancholy is to get up and get out there, even when you feel that you are too tired to do that. And just moving against the breeze, or with the sea, helps to change the serotonin levels and lifts the spirits. And it is difficult to remain depressed if the skies are changing colours and you have to raise your head. So I was able to lift my spirits. Brisk walking is g...

Me and my big mouth, I got carried away with the thought that I could make kheer for other people. Mom told me that I have to know what to do. So I offered to make the kheer for a friend's Iftar party. The family recipe is standard and seems simple. Ingredients 1 Pint white rice 6 to 8 tins of evaporated milk 4 tins of condensed milk Nothing else. no spice, no custard powder, no cherries, no raisins Method: 1. Soak the rice overnight (or for about 5 hours or so) . If you soak it too long, the rice grains would break up quickly without the rice cooking. If you dont soak it long enough, you would end up boiling the rice long long.. 2. Use a heavy bottom pot. Boil the rice in the water you soaked it in, You might have to put more. Boil the rice until the grains start to mash up, or most of the grains can mash up. 3. The milk.. sometimes the rice mixture is a bit liquid, sometimes it is not. Pour in 6 tins of the evaporated milk and see if it is thin enough. Add another t...

I cannot drive a car or ride a bicycle. This is not normal for men. So I have to use the minibuses to move . Minibus journeys can be long and boring. My mind wanders a lot and I get some brilliant ideas unless I am engaged in conversations or just listening to the conversations. I got the courage to start this blog after listening to conversations in a minibus about healthcare. I am nervous about this blogging thing. I do not read many other blogs but I like browsing some of them.  Some people have liked the thinks I have written, others have said I need to learn how to write while others have called the things nonsense. The feedback is good. I am blogging too because I want to be able to write and to practice writing and to be coherent. Writing is a good way to settle and organise thoughts. The next journey begins...

It is a hot afternoon. I joined a cork ball bus.. not loud music but loud conversation. The driver and a passenger in the front seat were talking with the man in the third row and the man in the back seat. They were talking about how if you sick in Guyana, you dead. And how in the private hospital, is like hotels. The man talk about how a private hospital told him to stay for one night for $5,000 dollar, he say like is hotel and you have to pay. The driver say dont ever go to public hospital. A lady had told me that the Diamond diagnostic hospital is a blessing. People getting their surgeries as they need them. Another person had said dont go to a particular hospital on a Friday, because they gun admit you for the weekend and keep you if they dont have other patients. The sun hot hot and streaming in the bus window.. I hope the bus dont get in no accident and that I don't have to go hospital