Blogs from Iwokrama, Guyana, South America

"Mr. Williams, Ms. van Eer, my name is Matthew and I am your guide. Please come this way". He, and another Amerindian male, grabbed our bags and placed them in a small-ish metal speedboat. The name 'Takatu' was emblazoned on the side of the boat although the paint had started to peel. The other 40 passengers on the bus watched in envy as the VIPs sped up river sending sprays flying in their direction. We had just been whisked away by Iwokrama's welcoming party from the Kurupukari landing. The other 'peons' were waiting on the slow, lumbering Mekdeci-owned, motorized barge. The mighty Essequibo River had narrowed considerably at this juncture. It only looked like 1000 feet across but you could see the dangerous swirl of a powerful current. INTRASERV's bus would cross on the barge and ... read more