Life's getting sorted

 

I have a house with 2 other assistants. We live in Remire Montjoly, a kinda fancy town in the Cayenne agglomeration.. basically we’re living in the ‘burbs, tropical style. (I never pictured I would ever be doing that). Everyone in our neighbourhood has pools and gates that open electrically with flashing lights and dogs that bark when you come home late or leave early..and we’re pretty much the only people in the neighbourhood to ever go anywhere on foot.

We got a pretty sweet set up; a room each with ensweet bathrooms, a kitchen, a lounge we hardly never use and a terrace out back and front, all for 900 euros between us including bills. I got the middle room, it’s smaller and has a single bed (the boys got doubles), I wanted it like that. Our house is in the backyard of our landlady's, originally her dad built it for his three daughters when they were growing up.

Liam is American. He spent 2 years in Senegal and 6 months in New Orleans before coming here. I don’t know which of us is more into MIA, he’s also pretty big on Bob Dylan and New Orleans music – but he hadn’t heard The Meters.  He’s awesome.

Marcus is from Brazil. He likes beer and zoo, and loves burgers with garlic. He’s good company and always up for partying.

Kayla is another assistant who lives across the road from us. She’s the kinda girl you dream about when you think of America. She’s from Michigan, studied art history, spent a bunch of months in Paris before, has a scooter. She easily fills top gal pal position out here, and she’s veggie. Co-mealing=cool mealing!

We all hang out on the beach together in the afternoons (you can hear the waves from the terrace, it’s at the end of the road), and evening we cook good food, drink rum, listen to music and complain about the mosquitos.

So, life is getting sorted. I got wheels now - I bought a cute red scooter that I can't ride around yet cos I don't have insurance. I have a hammock to siesta in when the afternoon heat is hitting hard and the early starts got me tired, and we've been cooking some really nice meals. We've met a bunch of our neighbours, who are pretty nice, and I've fairly decided I'm going to stay here next year.

Pile of picutures of my new life:

 

 

Colorful Cumin Salad

It's really nice to eat light, cool, zesty meals here. I like to have a couple of salads in the fridge that I can eat together or on their own for a big lunch. Here's one that's great as an accompaniment for roasted or stewed veg or on it's own for a simple meal. 

1 onion

3 spring onions

Couscous

1 tomato

1 carrot

1 stock cube

cumin seeds

curry powder

some pine nuts

chunk of cucumber

half a lime

cut the onion into fairly big chunks, fry. When it’s starting to get soft, chuck a tablespoon or two of cumin seeds in and keep frying for a couple of minutes.

Meanwhile, prepare the couscous with a stock cube and a decent amount of curry powder.

Cut up the tomato, spring onions and add to the couscous.

Mix in the onions and cumin seeds. Squeeze the lime juice in.

Grate the carrot and cut up the cucumber. 

I serve this by dishing out as much couscous as I’m hungry for, then adding the grated carrot and cubed cucumber on top. Then I add the pine nuts, which I’ve dry fried. 

I keep the carrot and cucumber separate because I leave a bunch of couscous in a thupperwarez for another meal and I don’t think they keep as well. 

Totally delicious on its own..loads of variations, you can pretty much chuck in anything you’ve got laying around. Peppers, beet, mango, would all be awesome in this, you could sub the pinenuts for peanuts or walnuts. You could use couac (like couscous but made of cassava), or bulgur wheat (which has a higher protein content than couscous).

It’s not got much protein, so you could have some lentils on the side, or yogurt, some cheese (goats or feta) or a couple of boiled eggs.

Rocket launches and tropical islands

(part two of my toussaint holiday)

The day after Bianca and I got back from St.Laurent, (Wednesday week before last) we spent a day in cayenne, looking at the market, shops, eating soup in one of the Chinese restaurents. Chinese restaurants at the market is a ritual: go to the market, buy loads of fresh fruit, then go to a Chinese restaurant for a huge bowl of cheap and delicious noodle soup and a glass of local passion fruit juice. We went to the beach, caught up with each others news and just had a good gal pal kinda time.

Next morning we got up at a pretty leasurely pace, had a generous breakfast and then went on to the Route de Montabo to hitch a lift. Our final destination was Kourou, home of several assistants and the town near the space centre – but for now we needed to get to the Balata roundabout to hitch get a good lift between the towns. Our first ride was with a florist who dropped us further down the road by another round about. Our next ride came along almost immediately -  a guy who works as a maths teacher at one of the other assistant’s  schools – he went out of his way to take us to the point that joins the Cayenne area to the road that goes the length of the country.

Standing just past a junction on the outskirts of the city, we were glad today was a rare overcast day- not hot at all for early afternoon. After 5 minutes we remained optimistic – there’s only one road, everyone here must be going in our direction. After 8 minutes our arms were aching and still no lift. Then around ten minutes two rides showed up at once- we ended up getting a lift with a delivery driver. Haitian by origin, he’d been living in Guyane since he was small – but still felt he was 90% Haitian. The journey to Kourou is not long and the roads here are so incredible, forest and savannah on each side, lush greens and deep grey clouds on a day like Thursday was. We chatted about work, the road networks, how Guyane has changed in the time he’d lived here- he felt, for the better. 

A lot of people I’ve talked to since I’ve been here tell me they think that a lot of things are corrupt- as our ride told us ..Someone gets money to build a road – but before he builds the road, he builds himself a nice house, he sorts his family out, he gets comfortable. Then he pays his friends to build the road...but it’s not correct, they say it costs this much, but that’s the house, and the lifestyle, and paying the friends.

In Kourou we met the other assistants. Hannah and Kate welcomed us into their house, where lots of other assistants had already arrived and set hammocks up under the terrace.  After sunset we made our way to the beach to watch the rocket launch. Rockets launch every couple of months, but apparently it quite often goes wrong or gets delayed, so we’d not got our hopes up too much. In the end it left pretty much on time. The night sky was suddenly lit, bright as day, as the rocket ignited. Then it was in the sky, a bright stick of light, rising quickly until it was obscured by the still overcast sky. Then came the sound.. Like a helicopter, but louder, a mechanical, vibrating noise that eclipsed every other sound you could here, even the sea as we stood on the beach.
Then it was over, and everyone went back to Hannah and Kate’s house for a party.

Staying in Kourou til Saturday morning, we met our friends Bass and Milot, Philip and two more, at 7am to go to the Iles de Salut. These islands, visible from the coast of Kourou, were a prison until the 50s. They were part of the inspiration for Papillon, and notorious for their horrible conditions, the death rate of the inmates, and the sharks that swum hungry for the bodies of deceased prisoners that were thrown to sea. Now they are lush tropical islands, a lot of the old prisons consumed by vegetation – and, in Guyane, where all coast is heavy with Amazonian soil, famed (locally) for their blue seas.

A catamaran took us first to Isle Joseph. We had breakfast on a beach, which was made of tiny crushed up shells, and swum in the sea. On the continent, the sea is always warm, but here, the sea was cold and refreshing. We spent ages swimming in one of the few areas where the strong currents won’t drag you away, and having “chicken fights”**. Around midday, after a walk round the islands, we got ferried to the larger Isle Royale, which used to be the administrative island. L’isle du diable, the third island, used to be where political prisoners were put – now, no one lands there.  We walked across the island to reach the old port, where we swam. Laying on my back (the water was very salty so you float easily), eyes closed, gently rocking under the subdued waves of the old port, sun beating on my face.  Tinkly, splooshy noises in the water make me feel as if im’re lying in the bath, not the  Atlantic Ocean.

The catamaran carried us back in the afternoon, and we drove back to Cayenne feeling completely exhausted but mentally refressed. It was like the definition of holiday! When we arrived home we cooked the delicious recipe I blogged a couple weeks ago. The forest on either side of the road looked incredible, silhouetted against the dusk on the ride home.

Hammock land in Kourou

Being pretty cool on the island boat

On Ile Royale, with Ile du diable in the background (I think) Bass, Milot, Me

That beach is made of shells!!!

 Photo credit goes to Isabelle for the first one and Bianca for the second to fourth.

** Chicken Fight is a part of my vocabulary introduced to me by another assistant, Liam. It involves riding on someone’s shoulders and then jousting with a similarly mounted enemy to see who gets slewed of their steed first.

Toussaint Holidays, part one.

This is the end of our first week of toussaint holidays, which will be ten days long in total. It's been quite a busy week so I'll do another post later about more of it.

On Saturday we went to a full moon party in someone's garden in Remire Montjoly, a town in the Cayenne area. The garden backed onto the beach, the moon was bright and everybody danced for hours to zouk, reggae and Michael Jackson, so much that the floor shook.

On Sunday, myself and most of the other Cayenne area language assistants went to the beach in Montjoly to play football and swim, and then had a meal at the house of Kayla and Tom who live right by the sea there.

On Tuesday, I went on a road trip to St Laurent with Kayla, and some people she'd met at the market a few days earlier- Greg, who is Guianese and his two friends who were visiting. Because of the density of the forest, most of Guyane's cities are along the coast, surrounded by tropical savannah and enormous rivers. There's one big long road that goes through a lot of the towns and that stretches from St. Laurent du Maroni to the west, at the boarder with Surinam, to St Georges on the Oyapock river; the boarder with Brazil in the east.

Our first stop was Sinnamary, which seemed like a quiet, calm town. On the edge of the river, a few fishermen were checking their nets in their boats and trees along the river bank had weird birds nests hanging like straw bags from the branches.

Next was Irracoubo, where a checkpoint meant having our passports passed to a gendarme, who gave them back without really looking. We stopped for a meal in one of the only restaurants in this town famous for its beautiful church (which we didn't look at). Our meal was delicious creole food-  for a car full of veggies, that meant rice, beans and various salad things dressed in horseraddish. I drunk cherry juice- but these were tropical cherries, nothing like you find in the UK.

We detoured from the main road to St Laurent, following the road along the coast to Mana- a small town that apparently grows a lot of rice- you could see the empty paddies from the road.
Mana the in mid afternoon heat- beautiful, quiet and mostly closed. We saw flowers that were more pink than you could possible imagine, and had a wander through streets of creole style painted wooden buildings. Then we drove to Awala Yalimopo- Amerindian community at the mouth of the huge Maroni river. We got out at the Plage des Hattes- a famous breading site for leatherback turtles. From the beach you could see a line of white waves where the currents of the Atlantic ocean and the Maroni river meet.

We drove the potholed road on to St Laurent. Slash and burn agricultural practices and the heat of the dry season meant scorched patches of grasslands - the fires carry on until they reach the edge of the green forest, which they can't burn into. Here there was produce for sale in little shelters along the sides of the road, people living in tiny wooden houses, children swinging in hammocks in carbets.

Finally we arrived in St Laurent du Maroni in the late afternoon, and wandered round the old transport prison. When Guyane was still a colonial destination for prisoners of metropolitan France, many would arrive here. Lots of the buildings are made from brick and were built by prisoners. We left the town to go look at Guyane's only remaining rum distillery, (one of the people we were with works in his family owned distillery in Martinique) and then returned to the banks of the Maroni to eat a meal at the Charbonniere, a lively part of town with a dodgy reputation. All along the water edge hunderds of pirogues come and go, ferrying people and goods across the Maroni to Albina in Surinam.

I travelled back to Cayenne with Bianca, another assistant who is from Arizona. Both of us were exhausted - the people giving us our ride to the capital were driving a plush 4x4 and the journey that had taken the whole day to get there took only a two and a half hours on the way back, most of which I was asleep for.

Very soon I will write about the rest of my week which has been eventful enough that it needs to be split up.

Fruity Aubergine and Rice

To balance out a really boring post about school, I'm making a post of the delicious recipe we created the other day. I haven't been able to try much local food because it's not especially veggie friendly, but luckily, there are loads of FRUITS! So this is my fruity recipe which we had for dinner the other night:

Ingredients

• a pineapple - preferably fresh, cut into chunks
• a banana - quite yellow, chopped in rounds
• coconut milk - I used about 150ml
• mild curry powder
• a few cloves of garlic, chopped
• aubergine
• chinese cabbage, chopped into big leafy sections I have no idea how much I used, but it was kinda a quite big bunch
• tom yum soup mix - anything similarly hot and a bit sour will do

Fry the aubergine in a wok or big pan. When it starts to go soft, add a big sprinkle of curry powder. Keep frying. Add coconut milk, pineapple, banana and tom yum soup mix(according to taste). Cook until everything seem pretty much done, the banana has probably disintegrated by then. Add the chinese cabbage, cook for a couple of minutes. Serve with rice.

I think a handful of cashew nuts would probably be good added to this recipe when serving, and the spice is to adjust however spicy you like things.

Starting School

Last week was my first week of proper work.  I’m going to be working 12 hours a week across 2 schools- La Canopee, a college, and Les Barbadines, a primary school. There’s six hours in each – in the college, that’s concentrated in one day starting at 7.30 am, and in the primary, across two mornings.

On Monday mornings I start at 7.30 with a 6eme class (yr 7s in the UK – kids in their first year of secondary school) .I haven’t met this class yet because of various unusual things that have happened. Other than that I have already met most of my classes, I have four 3eme classes (kids in their last year of college), two 6eme classes and one 5eme class. There are several teachers that I’m with for a couple of classes. 

The ‘introduction’ in all classes was to have students ask me questions in English about myself. “what is your name?” “where do you live?” “do you have a boyfriend?” “do you have any pets?”. They also asked some weirder questions that were topical to what they had been studying.. “do you believe in aliens?”. Someone asked ‘do you like French Guiana’ – when I replied that I LOVE French Guiana everyone cheered.

I’ve had a second lesson with a few of the groups now. In some I worked with the teacher in the classroom and lead an activity while the teacher was keeping order a bit- in other groups I took half the class for half the lesson to go and do an activity. I did the same activity with each class but with different levels of difficulty and follow-up activities.

In the primary school, it was pretty different- I turned up having been told the students had never learnt any English, with the intention of teaching them to say ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’ and ‘my name is’. It turned out that in a couple of the classes certain students already spoke quite a lot of English (and some spoke none) so I had to sort of improvise. Having now done another two mornings there (I would usually see the same students twice in one week), it’s getting a bit easier.

This week, I took them outside to do a ‘class instructions’ kind of activity and then back inside to do vocabulary learning. 

You have to constantly be really loud and make a lot of movements to keep their attention, and any time you ask the kids to do anything half of them will have finished whilst your still trying to explain to others how to it. It’s tiring, and really hard trying to give the impression that you’re in charge- but when they all start saying “aaaah j’ai compris!!” to each other, it’s pretty cool to see them getting excited about having understood another language. 

All of my lessons so far I’ve taught only in English. With primary school sometimes, when you have a classroom of really confused faces, and various students offering their interpretation of what they’re supposed to be doing, it’s good to be able to listen out for someone with the correct interpretation and get them to repeat it for everyone – but most of the time you can explain just by gestures, demonstration, talking slowly.

First Post

It’s been about ten days since I arrived in Guyane, and I have decided to write about everything to let you know how I’m doing and to give you a taste for Guyane too I hope.

I arrived Saturday before last, until Sunday I was lodged in the Maison de L’education at Cayenne with the other assistants. I shared a room with Aimee and Kate, two American girls who are both amazing. We went to get phones the day I arrived, and spent a lot of the week exploring town, visiting the schools we’ll be working in, swimming at the beach, which is a ten minute walk down the road.

So I think I should describe what it’s like here so you can imagine it.

The most obvious thing to describe is the weather.  It’s hot (around 33degrees most days, 20 at night). It’s very humid. Before you come, people tell you it’s always cloudy, that it rains all the time, and that you will be ravaged by hoards of mosquitoes. In fact it is the dry season, so it’s hotter than average, it rains very little, and there aren’t many mosquitoes. The sun sets very early (around half 6) and rises around 6 am. At night, it’s still warm enough that you sweat plenty and don’t need to wear a sweater or even long sleeves at all.  The sun burns very brightly and for someone like me with fair skin you burn up after only a couple of minutes in the midday heat.

Everywhere is a mix of somewhere French and somewhere not very French-which I guess is not surprising. There’s a large population of immigrant and 1^st generation people, apparently a lot of kids speak French at school and another language at home and someone is as likely to come from Brazil, Haiti, Martinique, Guadeloupe, Metropolitan France, even Reunion, as they are to have been born in Guyane. 

Town is quite spread out, hectic roads with an alley for motorbikes, scooters and bikes, a ditch on each side to catch the rain which when it falls is torrential (apparently). There are old Creole houses, modern French bungalows, huge apartment blocks, shacks made of wood and corrugated iron. Everywhere there are palm trees, mango trees, fields of tropical plants. The sea is warm and very sedimented, it’s so full of fish that fishers just throw a line and pull fish in every ten minutes or so.

When you fly into Cayenne the first thing you see, before you can see the land, is the blue of the ocean becoming the blue-brown of the coast as the rivers drop the fine Amazonian soil into the sea. The runway of Rochambeau airport is in the middle of the forest, you feel as if the tips of the wings should be touching the trees. I think one plane flies in each day from outside Guyane, and then back, and lots of small planes link Cayenne with isolated  towns and villages so far into the forest that you can only get there by spending a couple of days in a pirogue or a couple of hours on an internal flight.

So that’s just an introduction, I hope you can picture it a bit and soon I will add some more about Cayenne, work, food, maybe some photos too.

A bientot

Ella