Guyana

Started my trip in the town of Lethem, next to the Brazilian border. The town was hot, dusty and surprisingly wet since dry season had already arrived. Dry season meant the rain only came in short, hard onslaughts but these would leave the main dirt roads looking like mini lakes. A few hours later things would dry out pretty quickly meaning that the humidity in this place was stifling. Got a surprise when I saw test match cricket being played on the telly which, in hindsight, wasn't too much of a surprise really, seeing Guyana is part of the group of countries that form the West Indies cricket team. They spoke (a type of) English (a Scottish accent is easier to understand). All I needed was a VB and it would have felt like home. Spent the night there, usually in my air conditioned room (oh the humidity, especially when the sun was out), except for check out when I spent time with Kyle, the receptionist, in his reception area. It was an understatement to say Kyle's work area was a breeding ground for a swarm of ravenous mosquitoes. Repellent did the trick after those initial bites but Kyle was oblivious to it. In his eyes the bites didn't itch and malaria just gave you flu like symptoms, nothing to worry about. Not sure about that Kyle.

Lethem is separated from the capital, Georgetown, by a rough, bumpy dirt road that, at times, resembles more like a forest trail than the main road. It makes it's way through the jungle interior of Guyana and other than flying it is the only way to traverse the country. The total trip time in a minibus is around 20 hours with a 5 hour sleep in a hammock hotel along the way. It isn't the most pleasant of trips, especially if your minibus driver has a huge speaker set up under the rear seats and loves playing his music at deaf inducing volumes (or maybe that should read death inducing volumes). Music in my minibusses throughout Guyana was from the 70's and not the 70's I liked. Ah earplugs, never leave home without them. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself as I decided to break up the trip at a river crossing point and my first driver was a volume sensible type of guy who enjoyed his 70's music at a much lower level. So I stayed, for what turned out to be 3 days, at a place called Annie's restaurant in Kurupukari, next to the Essequibo River (the 3rd longest in Sth.America). Annie had been flown out a few days earlier on an emergency flight due to contracting both malaria and dengue fever at the same time (hear that Kyle!). Her son was running the show. This was a 3 house town in the middle of the jungle, not much to do, but the food was good enough, they gave me a hammock to use, I set up my mosquito net around it, and I then proceeded to spend 62 of the next 72 hours under that mosquito net. Crosswords and computer games were the name of the game. Jungle noises during the night were a bit unsettling, especially when there are no walls between you and the jungle. We had only 4 hours a day of electricity (tablet charging time) and no Internet at all, but there were a few interesting characters that would make appearances on their way along the road. I got into a groove staying there but when I left it was definitely time to go.

So I left Kurupukari, with the loud music driver, who also happened to be a part time mechanic which was handy since we had many stops for a problem with our steering. He liked calling me 'white boy' which he informed me later, after I got slightly miffed by the comments, was a term of endearment rather than being racist. Hmmmm. He turned out to be a quite a good guy and at the end I sat in the front and we talked a bit during those times he decided to let our ears readjust to the normal volumes of life. Made it to Georgetown which is full of old buildings and colorful characters although some may be painting life a little too hard. Crime is a big problem and quite a few times people in the streets would warn you about staying safe. The highlight here was a pond in a park, next to a running track, that had around 6 manatees, some up to 3 meters long, living within it. All you needed was a handful of grass to get these cute creatures to make an appearance and pop their heads out of the water. Nice for the camera (when it worked).

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Brazil – The Amazon

As I mentioned in my last blog, to leave Columbia I was going to take a boat along the Amazon. I really thought that this was going to be the most boring part of my trip so far, remembering that these boats are not cruise liners, they are basic boats for people and cargo movement. It did sound adventurous though...'Cruising down the Amazon'...evoking movie like thoughts of piranhas, monkeys and snakes dangling from trees. But my sensible self had major doubts. The trip to Manaus, Brazil would take 4 days, 3 nights. I had splurged on an air conditioned cabin which cost around $US250 rather than sleep outdoors on a hammock which was a quarter of the price. My reasoning was that with my camera gear open on the deck, the chances of a 'problem' over 4 days was too great for me to take the risk. Food was included (hello chicken, beans and rice) and so the only thing to do was to keep myself amused for that period of time. The boat left from Tabatinga, Brazil which is joined to Leticia, Columbia without a true border. So for the second time this trip I could walk back and forth from country to country without any passport formalities. So on the day of departure I left to Tabatinga from Leticia without a great deal of enthusiasm for the trip ahead.

There were 2 other tourists on board, Michelle and Sebastian, both Germans, but not travelling together. They took the hammock option which turned out to be a good deal as there wasn't an over supply of passengers on board, probably around 40 others. This gave them enough space, without overcrowding. I think I was the only passenger on board who used a cabin. My main memory of the trip would be how I could go to my cabin, spend a few hours in it, and when I got out the view would be so identical to when I went in. Brown river surrounded by green jungle on both sides for the entire 1000km journey. Only when we arrived at a town would 'action' occur. These towns were isolated and would only receive goods via boat so when we arrived there was a lot of loading and unloading going on as well as the changing of passengers. So other than sleeping, eating and the nightly ritual of playing cards (games of 500) with my German friends, my time was spent on my tablet (no Internet of course) or walking around the decks. Was it boring? Sort of, but I was disappointed when the trip finished. Boat life gets you into a routine, no decisions to make, easy living. Quite the opposite to backpacking around the continent.

So we arrived in Manaus, quite a strange sight, such a large metropolis surrounded by 100's of kms of jungle all around. This city was a boom town in the past when rubber plantations were big business. This brought with it riches that a particular bloke used to build, with European designers and materials, an ornate and 'are you sure you're not in the wrong place' grand theatre, the "Amazonas Theatro". Beautiful and intricate. So the camera went into overdrive, sort of anyway. I am having big problems with the lens that I use the most, not communicating with the camera body, creating either no shots or totally over exposed ones. Not happy, but nothing I can do for a few months. My other main memory of Manaus will be that Indios Manoas Hostel's last ever guest will be me. I was told that 5 years ago they used to have so many tourists they would be sleeping on the floor, but gradually the tourists have dried up (in the middle of a rainforest, irony?) and so it was time to close the doors. Shame, but a life time first for me.

Onwards and upwards. Left Manaus on a 12 hour bus north that took me to Boa Vista where more unfortunate Venezuelans slept in the open escaping their country's plight. From there I caught a bus immediately to the border of Guyana.