A river runs through it
The Martha Brae River owes its milky green waters to the limestone geology of Trelawny Parish on Jamaica’s north coast. And the best way...
Jungle fever: discover Iwokrama
A gift to the world In Guyana, the natural world overwhelms. It is unimaginably vast, the rainforest in many places unbroken as far as the...
Diane McTurk: “Karanambo was twice accursed”
My great-great-grandfather Sir Michael McTurk came to British Guiana in the early 19th century — he was a medical officer. He was the...
Far Essequibo
Where the Essequibo meets the Atlantic, a great tongue of muddy brown water extends for miles into the ocean. More than half the landmass...
Ah, Patagonia!
I’m halfway through my calafate berry cheesecake when the cry goes up in the dining dome: “Puma-aaaa!” My fellow campmates spring...
Mountains of memory: Jamaica’s Cockpit Country
Viewed from above, it’s immediately apparent why this region was dubbed “The Cockpits” by British soldiers in the seventeenth...
Marajó Island: green days by the river
On weekdays the Praia do Pasqueiro is almost deserted. But on even a somewhat overcast Sunday the neatly thatched huts lined up above the...
Akilah Jaramogi: green days by the river
“I always start my day with bush tea,” says Akilah Jaramogi. This is her time to meditate, to prepare herself mentally for a long...
