The Road To Georgetown, Guyana

Bad roads always end and good roads are never long enough. That phrase kept popping into my mind as I had just completed the first 10 miles of my current Lethem, Guyana to Georgetown, Guyana 300 mile road trip. Describing it as a road would be generous as my map kept referring to it as a cattle trail.

Cattle trail or not, it is the only way to cross Guyana from south to north and Lethem is one of only two ways to arrive in Guyana by land. The other is from Suriname in the east. Guyana the only English speaking country in South America considers itself “Natures Gift to the World”. “Green Gold”, as they describe it here and well, it might just be the most green gifted country on the planet.

The first day on the road was a long 75 miles across an almost continuous washboard surface. The vibrations just about killed me and the bike. I am absolutely positive that each one of those small little ridges running across the road was thoughtfully placed by the Amerindian community to keep people like me out. The road crossed the open savannah, where the big sky surrounded me, then into marshlands that I could see would be impassable after a good rain. The entire area was teeming with birds of all types, butterflies would surround me and try to fly with me as I ventured along. Sometimes I would stop where there were maybe 1,000 of them and just watch them flutter. That day I met 1 minibus, 1 truck, 1 car and a guy pedaling a bicycle, god knows where he was going. 

There are 30 or so small bridges to cross on the road in various states of disrepair. The entire area is without electricity, drinking water and of course that daily essential, petrol. Towards mid afternoom I arrived at Annai. A small Amerindian community that promotes eco-tourism. I was the only tourist and I did appreciate the warm meal and bed I was given. That night when the generator fell silent and all the lights went out the stars shone brighter than anywhere I have been. The night was filled with the cacophony of insects, frogs and the occasional small animal that became food for the next mammal up the food chain.

After a hearty breakfast it was back to the road. It was gradually shifting. Then almost abruptly I left the savannah and entered the rainforest. Guyana being the size of the state of Idaho is a small country but it has 85% of its land in virgin rainforest. More than all of Central America, it ranks in the top 4 throughout the rest of the world. One area alone the Iwokrama Forest which the road dissects is over a million acres grand. As I continued, the road narrowed and you could almost feel the jungle breathing next to you. I kept thinking, up ahead, another 75 miles was the ferry which I had to be at before 5 to catch the last boat of the day. All was going as planned until I arrived at that section of road where I said, “Not Now”. Little did I know that the stretch of sand ahead would last 15 miles but I had no choice. Suffering from the chronic condition of motorcyclus overweightus and despising sand even more than mud which is just up from crossing rivers, I went ahead. Four hours later and after several sand portages, with two hours being spent digging out of a sand trap, I emerged on the other side. Terra Firma, Sanda Loosa be gone.

Guyana has a population of only 750,000 with most living along the coasts and the rivers which are its main thoroughfares. The people are 50% East Indian, 40% African and the last 10% are Portuguese, Chinese, Amerindian (9 indigenous tribes) and European. The population figures have stayed the same for decades due to the continuing brain drain. This leaves a lower class, a very small middle class and the wealthy. New buildings and collapsing wood structures exist side by side. Open markets abound in the capital and the port is right in the middle of downtown. All of this creates a level of activity that makes Guyana feel more Caribbean than South American.

THE FERRY CROSSING

DOROTHY'S PLACE

Back to the road. So I stood waiting on the side of the river that the ferry wasn’t. It was a good distance away and I didn’t detect any movement on the other side. It finally came over for the last time and deposited me on the other side. There was a workers camp there and a fry fish place run by Dorothy who had lived there for 19 years. The fish and saltine crackers were excellent with a side of ketchup, the accommodations were a bit on the sparse side though. Yes, this would be a night sitting upright in a chair, outside with a kazillion skeetters. It was eerily quiet compared to the previous night. So quiet you could hear a mouse pissing on a cotton ball. The next morning I was one large wet welt. Things could always be worse; I could have been stuck on the other side of the river with the puma and jaguar stalking me.

Guyana is fabulously rich in its flora and fauna. Some of its prevalent animals are the Harpy Eagle with up to a 6 foot wingspan, freshwater otters, black caiman up to 15 feet, anacondas, jaguars, pumas, electric eels that can pack up to 500 volts, the Arapaimar (the world’s largest prehistoric scaled freshwater fish (up to 15 feet and weighing 440 lbs), 4 of the worlds 8 endangered turtle species, unusual birds, parrots, toucans, monkeys and giant anteaters, tapirs, armadillos, oversized rodents called capybara, herds of wild boars that can number in the hundreds, poisonous and constricting snakes, and last the infamous candiru that has been known to lodge itself in the urethras of urinating swimmers (removal requires surgery). So don’t pee while swimming. The current count is 225 species of mammals, 880 species of reptiles and amphibians, 815 species of birds, and 6500 species of plants. One of which the giant bromeliad can grow up to six feet in height. Saving its water it provides an aquatic habitat within its leaves for a tiny golden frog that spends its entire life in one plant.

Today the road started as hard packed clay with sharp jagged stones protruding from its surface. Occasionally a torn, ripped and shredded tire would be lying by the roads edge as a reminder of the sacrifices made to the tire god Gomo which we must all pay tribute to. I just prayed it wouldn’t be my day to make an offering. There was still just minimal traffic on the road and day two I had seen 5 vehicles. Then two things occurred almost simultaneously it started to rain and the battery light on CoCo came on. The clay became slick and occasionally the kilometer long mud pit would appear. Slipping and a sliding thru these areas was a joy. What do you call 500 potholes in a tropical rainstorm? A lake with holes in its bottom! The battery light was another matter and as past experience had shown could stop the bike in its tracks. 

I had crazy thoughts of the bike dying in the middle of the forest no possible jumpstart in sight, me being food for some smaller mammal with pointy teeth. Dashing those thoughts aside, maybe I would just catch one of those 500 volt electric eels and only needing 12 volts from it, quite possibly just a quick look at the battery by the eel would be all it would take to get going again. Crazy thoughts, I didn’t even know how to catch an eel. 

The road continued through the Mabura Hills area. An area where the Chinese have taken over management of the logging industry, along with bauxite and some sugar cane production. Marbura Hills is infamous for its red dust. It was everywhere and when it found you, the bike and everything else, it stuck like glue. The bike is still red and so am I.

Guyana has been fabled as the location of El Dorado for centuries. Sir Walter Raleigh searched tirelessly for Queen Elizabeth in the 15^th century and today gold is a large part of the economy. Illegal wildcat mining exists alongside legitimate conscientious concerns. On a separate trip to Kaieteur Falls (the largest single drop falls in the world, 2200 visitors per year) you could see the open scars in the forest from illegal mining operations. The use of cyanide a cheaper more dangerous method of gold processing is illegal. Still some wildcat operations use it and it can find its way into the rivers.

Guyana has taken the wise step to partner with Norway recently in the implementation of its Low Carbon Development strategy or LCDS. Guyana has offered to place its entire rainforest under internationally verifiable protection, provided that the rights of all Guyanese are not undermined and its national sovereignty is left intact. This will widen the crack for ecotourism to more fully develop and become a sustainable source of revenue for the country. Norway will provide Guyana with 50 million dollars over 40 years to offset their carbon footprint. Guyana has been recognized around the world for its efforts in preventing deforestation and through the LCDS plan Guyana will inevitably unlock the assets of their “Green Gold”.

There it was ahead of me, tar, as bumpy as you can imagine maybe 1000 years old but it was asphalt. After my usual ritual of kissing the pavement, I gave thanks for my safe passage and reluctantly looked forward to when I would leave Guyana following the same route back.