by Anura Guruge
a. Northern Arizona’s Top 5
b. Canyon de Chelly revisited, 2015.
c. Grand Canyon experience, 2013.
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He was a vendor at ‘Four Corners’. We didn’t buy anything from him, but did so, from his niece, in the stall next door. As soon as I saw him I thought he looked like a movie star Navajo. He agreed, quite graciously, to be photographed. I think he has some classic features.
She worked as a cashier at the “Thunderbird Cafe”, at “Sacred Canyon Lodge”, Canyon de Chelly. I was struck by her looks. Alas most of the Navajo women do not look like this, So she stuck out even more. Even Deanna commented on how pretty she was. She too let me take her picture. She thought it was funny. But she also admitted that people would often comment on her looks. That is good.
Antonio Carroll, Canyon de Chelly — artist, raconteur and ambassador. We met him at the first outlook, on Day 1. He engaged us in a conversation as soon as we stepped out of the car. Very nice guy, very talented. There was no way Deanna was leaving without buying one of his pieces. We ended up with two because he took a liking to Deanna and gave her an offer that even I could not refuse.
Very nice, jewelry maker, who we met on our third day, while touring the northern rim of Canyon de Chelly. Yes, Deanna bought jewelry for herself and the girls from him. He insisted on having his picture taken with us.
The Diné. Lovely people. ‘Navajo’, as at least three of them pointed out to us, quite forcibly, is the ‘Spanish’ or ‘white’ name. They like to be called Diné.
I started spending time in the Indian reservations in Arizona from my very first visit in 1980. When I was 30 pounds heavier than I now am I looked like a Navajo. The first time I visited Canyon de Chelly, in 1986, the locals would often talk to me in Navajo and be surprised when I could not talk back.
Lovely people. I am very fond of them. Deanna took an instant shining to them. We spent a lot of time chatting with them on this trip. We gave rides, on two separate days, to two different female hitchhikers, one old, one young. They hitchhike a lot because many don’t own any transport. In the case of the latter we drove 22 miles out of our way! It was 2pm, it was hot and she was, at best, in her late teens. She didn’t say much. The older lady, a mother of eight, talked non-stop. Told us all sorts of things including stories about rattlers and how one of her sons got bitten by one on a fishing trip.
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