A wonderful weekend began with a normal day of work (not that that really exists around here). I typed and I printed, getting ready for next school year, which begins in September and I had another little communication failure with my boss. A true tragicomedy. Oh, and a girl moved into my house. It's now a much tidier cottage.
Four fellow VSOs met me here in Mahdia, where we had a cruiser waiting to take us to Pamela Landing, where we hopped onto a boat that took us to Amatuk Island. From the Patamona "Ama Tuok", meaning "Love Falls" and the story that originated this name shall be told in another post.

Amatok Island

The miners limed at the shop you can see in the above picture till around 10pm. Then there was a guy who jumped onto the excavator and went home... great family car, no?

When we got to the island night was already falling (nite a shut), so we slung our hammocks annd headed out to the Amatok Falls, in which me and Selina bathed our feet and tried to communicate with the rest of the group using our flash lights. Unsuccessfully. I don't care what people say, about pirai and electric eels, getting my feet in the water is the least I can do.

Early morning faces, heading out of Amatok

The following morning, we hopped into a boat at the top of Amatok and headed up the powerful Potaro during about an hour. 


When we got to Waratok Falls, we helped move the boat to the top of the rapids. About half an hour later we stopped at Tukeit, with a view to the Old Man Beard Falls.

Waratok, helping to carry the boat.

Tukeit was precisely the place where all our easy and chilled boat rides up the Potaro ended and were replaced with a four hour walk, passing at “Oh My God I” and "Oh My God II”. (Truth be ttold, it's an easy hike. I can't say the same of the 8 day trip to Kaieteur, as it involves way more walking... but hey, why suffer if I can have more boat riding fun up the beautiful Potaro?)

Magnificent Potaro

Wonderful Potaro

The peeps I walked with down from Kaieteur

The hike is relatively easy and has several strategic stops. My favourite is undoubtedly Grandmother Falls. It was given this name because, just like a grandmother will take care of her grandchildren, these falls will provide drinking water no matter what. Even in the dry season.

Grand Mother Falls

About four hours and a lot of sweat later, we caught a glimpse of the magnificent falls. It's always surrounded by mist. When we saw the falls for the first time we were a bit disappointed, because the mist was hiding it almost completely, but it gradually disppersed and when we got closer the view was breathtaking.

The great Kaieteur Falls, hiding behind the fast moving mist.

Valley that Kaieteur falls into

Where else in the world are you allowed to walk straight up to the last centimetre of rock right above the waterfalls? I actually sat with my feet dangling over the edge and no one said a thing. There is no protection, no barrier, no artificial separation between the visitor and the falls. It's a fabulous feeling, of oneness with mother nature (or miss universe?), fuh true!

Kaieteur Grand Ole Times

When we got to the guesthouse, our guide told us that the shower was broken, and that was exactly the excuse I needed to go to the top of the falls and bathe. And a bath that is a bath... involves no clothes. True bliss, to be there right above such a powerful force.

(No pictures, at least that I know of lol)

Come and discover this Guyana now, the Guyana that lacks a paved road connecting its capital to the south, the Guyana that lacks limits and stress, the Guyana made of idyllic landscapes, because a new Guyana will be born as soon as the tarmac is spread out.


Oh Guyana, meh love yuh bad bad!

A is for accent

As I’ve said before, one of the many things I will miss when I leave Guyana is chatting with each and every soul whenever I go down the road. And I’m not very good at it… I misunderstand what people say half the time.

Just today this happened:

Insane, init?

I’ll leave you with some of my favourite expressions:
- Night a shut – Night’s falling
- Wapen? – What’s up?
- Ok ok - When you’re walking down the road this is one of the ways of saying hi. And the reply is Yeah yeah.
- Fuh true? Seriously? Really?
- Yuh mekin joke! You’re can’t be serious.
- Just now – This defines a period of time that can range between “this second, as we speak” and “in a decade”. It’s quite a nifty word!

Leh meh go fuh wok, nah. Ah gonna write a new post just now, fuh true!

T is for Tukait

T is for Tukait
Do you know those days that exhale perfection? Those days that are so beautiful you wish you could save some of the moments and pictures in a safe box easily accessible so that you could jump in an relive the dream whenever you’re down or feeling less inspired?

Well, I have no photographs to prove the day, because I broke my camera and got my phone robbed. Again. So I didn’t want to spend a day in the river with the new phone… let’s give this one some more alive time, shall we?

The day began at an early 5h30. We drove and ATVed to Pamela Landing, just 9 miles off Mahdia. At Pamela we hopped onto a boat with a 15 engine and believe me I also thought it was too small until I tried picking it up when we had to travel with the boat overland.

During the boat ride to Amatok Island we passed by several land dredges and water dredges (aka dragas, due to Portuguese influence). These are impressive floating buildings, with the mining components at water level and a house on the top floor. They normally have satellite TV and internet access. To me it’s always a sad site, because the impact is unavoidably huge.

As we got closer to Amatok the number of dredges reduced and suddenly the latte water turned into thick-black-oil-water. That’s what it looks like, oil, because it’s so dark. The colour is due to the tannins, just like in tea. And that’s exactly what a glass full of river water looks like.

Bad news at Amatok: the water was very low, so we had to carry the boat for about 10 minutes, which felt more like an eternity. I was really proud of myself at the time and now, one day later, am in terrible muscular pain… Oh the Tom Boy!

Feeling tired but glorious, with boat in water, we continued up the Potaro River and stopped again at Tukait Falls. It’s a series of rapids and due to the low level of water, we splashed and got dragged by the current, having some fabulous fall fun!

Just below the falls there’s an idyllic white sand beach where you can hide from the sun in the shade provided by the jungle trees.
I swam across the Potaro with the pirai in mind and therefore looking at my feet whenever something brushed into them. Ok, not quite, and hey I can say nothing bit me, yay! The best swimming pool is the river, no doubt!

So, after a brilliant day with some of the people I will miss the most when my time in Guyana comes to an end, we headed back and were blessed by four rainbows. Ahead of us were two rainbows, reaching from one bank to another, as if handles of a basket, being the Potaro River the basket. The other two were the reflections on the water and the water was so still the picture was too good to be true – a circle of rainbows!