We visited Surama at the time of the butterfly migration, and I have never seen so many butterlies in one place in all my life. Mostly there were big groups of pale yellow butterflies, who would settle down on any area of stagnant water. As soon as you approached, either on foot or in a vehicle, they would all take to the air at the same time, and the air would turn yellow with fluttering wings.
There were also some more colourful butterflies, some bright orange, black and red, deep yellow and of course the beautiful irridescent Blue Morpho. Unfortunately, most of the butterflies would not stay still long enough to be photographed, apart from these pale yellow ones which were resting.
Fondest memory: When active, the pale yellow butterflies would fly in formation, one after the other, all twisting and turning as if choreographed. They looked just like they were on a long string, like those Chinese dancers whi whirl a long ribbon! Often there would be as many as 15-20 butterflies all flying in a long line!
They were heading for Brazil, chasing the sunshine and the dry season, and for some reason they would follow the line of the logging track, turning off when the track did. I could watch this for hours!
There we are, a three mile walk from the nearest civilisation, which in itself is a 14 hour road journey from Georgetown. We have travelled thousands of miles to get here, by plane, truck, boat and 4WD, and as we are sitting around before dinner, Gerald brings out a home made fruit cake which they have carried with them all the way from Wales!
Fondest memory: Apparently Chris and Gerald always take a cake with them on their trips, which they bring out at some stage during the holiday when they feel things need livening up a little! Good for them! It certainly brought a smile to everyone's faces!