Mist swirls around the tops of the three hills of Rupertee and the cold breeze streaming from the nearby Pakaraima Mountains, makes a memory – at least for a while – of the heat that can sear the Rupununi savannahs.
The view is of hills and mountains, tiny houses nestled in the shadows of the mountains and people – the height and distance making them seem like little dolls walking or riding on bicycles. The cracked granite rocks on the top of the three hills make a perfect seat for relaxing, feeling the breeze and listening to the silence. Experiences like that can happen in Rupertee.
Rupertee is a village, so quiet that one can be forgiven for forgetting that it is there. One Saturday last month, out of the