Rosignol

Rosignol is the village where the ferry takes us to Canje. Our impressions of Rosignol have been that it is filthy dirty and we don't like being there. The road to the ferry stelling is littered with garbage. It goes past the city dump which stinks. When you have to wait in line, you have numerous beggars coming to the car asking for money. If you go on Saturday, the Rosignol Market is in full swing and it is difficult to get down the road because of the people, busses, taxis and bicycles. The main road into Rosignol is very congested with shops, bars people and trash.

We needed a seminary teacher for the Rosignol Branch and went to find her. It turns out she does not live in Rosignol but way out in the country side. We were told to turn right on the dam road after the bridge. (Typical directions for Guyana) We found the small bridge but couldn't find the road. We wandered up and down the highway for a while and Sister Pamela found us. She came up to the road and waved as we went by. It turns out the dam road is next to a canal and is actually a cow path. It was very muddy that day and we couldn't navigate it. Sister Pamela got into the car and showed us how to get in the back way. We still were a long way from the house. The house is no more than a hovel. She lives there with her in-laws. Grandmother tends her three children and her three nieces. Grandmother and Grandfather are building a house on the property. They will probably all move in.