For the first time since I could remember, I held uninterrupted conversations–several of them–with the people around me. I made eye contact and I actively listened. I learned, bonded, and engaged. I was right there–in that very space for that very moment in time and I wanted to be nowhere else. I stumbled onto a digital detox.
The next day, while steadily grabbing my phone by the minute out of habit, we left Karanumbu by boat to board a 4×4 on the way to Iwokrama Canopy Walkway for our stay at the Atta Rainforest Lodge, located in the middle of the rainforest. We hiked through Iwokrama Forest and up Canopy Walkway for a closer look at native birds, aerial monkeys we’d hear far before we could see them, and other creatures of the Amazon. After a stimulating hike we returned to the lodge.
At this moment–and I can admit this–I was beginning to miss my technology, my access. I wasn’t missing anything in particular, just missing the thing altogether. Perhaps I missed the on-the-spot updates on happenings, people, the world. Perhaps it was the frequent posts of meals and deals and life that I missed. I was missing pseudo-connecting. Then Charades happened.
In a dimly lit hub in the middle of the rainforest, while under attack from large, un-namable bugs, we had the most ridiculous and entertaining time of our lives, starting with a game of Charades. My longing for technology ceased there.
I got it. I got that in that particular moment in time, all that mattered was right in front of me. I got that the buzzing of an iPhone can hardly compare to nature’s buzz. I got that the happenings, the people, the world, was right there with me if only I allowed myself to see and feel it. I did.
Throughout this trip there were constant reminders of why I was there–to be still, to open my senses, to appreciate the present, to re-assess priorities. I was reminded when we found the Guianan cock-of-the-rock sitting proudly in the rainforest that he so obviously commanded. I was reminded when we arrived at a primary school in Surama where wide-eyed kids sang and stumped me with their math skills. I was reminded while commuting for hours by 4×4 through forests and savannahs. I was reminded of the necessity of simplicity and what it does for peace of mind and spirit while flowing down Burro Burro river.
I was reminded that just days ago everything seemed so different. I seemed so different.
By Day 4, as we headed by 4×4 to Rock View Lodge in Annai, prepping for our return to Georgetown, it all made sense. The last-minute request to drop everything and head to Guyana, on many levels, was a necessity for me. I honestly can’t tell you all that the experience has done for and to me–maybe in due time. Â Perhaps you can experience it yourself and let me know what it does for you.
Experience Guyana. For an all-encompassing experience it’s recommended to go through a local tour guide for access to the inlands, indigenous communities, villages, and local expertise. Guyana is also located along the Caribbean coast and travel is mostly by regional airline, and Caribbean Airlines is one of the largest carriers to the destination with frequent flights between major U.S. cities.
Visit Guyana-Tourism.com to learn more.