The soft touches to the day, after a rather bland phase at Newark Airport, was a visit to Shyama Kund’s childhood home in Cleveland. Also, I might add that a great trek with Srimala down a trail made the afternoon what it was – fine and fun. Both Srimala and I were fascinated to hear from Shyama Kund about his work at Nasa in Florida. Who wouldn’t be intrigued with the space mission, the planets, the moon, and Mars, and whatever achievements may have come through, if any? Shyama reminded us that recently India made it to Mars to discover some water. He also informed us that Canadian-made drill machines have been employed in the space endeavours. Well, that excited me a slight bit.
The meal at Shyama’s was phenomenally wholesomely Guyanese by his mum, Radhika. And his dad, Krishna, struggling now in his 80s, is just a sweetie-pie like the whole family.
Before venturing off to Ajay’s home where we stayed for the night, Srimala and I took to a trail, a former railway line. This green space is a section of the Carolinian forest where the wild honeysuckle scent is particularly strong. The bluejay appears to rule the lower sky and the turkey vulture, the upper.
Ticks you have to concerned about. Two of them latched onto my lower robe, the dhoti, the other day. They are abundant in May. They are blood sucking and carry Lyme disease. I doubt that you find them on the moon.
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