Prelude: The Co-operative Republic of Guyana, sometimes referred to as the ‘Land of Six People’, is truly a magnificent place. I’m not just saying this because I’m Guyanese but you have to expect some amount of prejudice as I’m very proud of my country. The short, and more popular, version ‘Guyana’ is an Amerindian word which means ‘Land of many Waters’.
Sometime over the Christmas vacation in 2013, some family, friends and I took a visit to Mahaicony Creek, East Coast Demerara, Guyana. This all came about because one of my cousins is home for the holidays and she wanted to check out some of her old haunts.
The road trip there was exciting in it’s own way: improper communication that finally ended with us all meeting up at the gas station, detours around scenic routes to pick up more people, vehicular failures that ensured we got lunch on time as we stopped to fix them and so on. However, the best of it was when we stopped going along the coastal road and started inland. We travelled on a road going South towards a small jetty where we changed transport to a speed boat. This boat took us up the Mahaicony River to our destination which was ALMOST the last house on the river before travelling many more miles to reach an Amerindian village.
While on the road going inland, my grandmother, an eighty-two year old young woman who was with us in our vehicle, pointed out some old places of interest. She showed us the hall where her husband, now deceased, used to go as a young boy to village dances. In addition, as we banked one of the many turns, she pointed out a banana tree dam where she used to live as a little girl with her family in a house that has faded into the past. There were times when she was a bit confused as the landscape had changed and she had left the area when she was a young teenager. Sadly, we were going too fast, trying to catch our runaway canter (the other vehicle), so I didn’t get pictures of all these places.
The road inland was quite a beautiful scenic route and showed wooden houses with shingled roofs and walls, fences made with wire and posts and animal enclosures. There were also large, lush green rice fields with tractors and general farming areas. Don’t get me wrong, the entire area was definitely not old and rustic. There were so many modern houses and vehicles in the area that sometimes I thought I was back in the capital city.
Finally, after dodging some pot holes here and there on the asphalt road for about twenty minutes, we arrived at another docking area for water transport – the first was at the mouth of the intersection of the river and the coastal road. The trip up the river was relaxing for me, maybe not so for many of the other passengers as they were a bit tense from time to time as the driver swerved to avoid crashing into waves caused by passing boats. We lucked out because the mid-day sun was not sharp at all due to some wonderful cloud cover. After some time (I’m really not sure how long as I just sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the ride) we arrived at our destination for the day.
A beautiful home with a small pond for the ducks, rustic kind of pen for the horse and lovely green land bordered by black waterways. A visit to green, green Guyana – a mini family vacation…