Potential of Travel

I’ve been dreaming of traveling since I arrived in Guyana. I’ve seen so little of what this special country has to offer. In fact, I’m struggling to find what is actually special about this place since I’ve been stuck in the same little corner of the city since my arrival 100 days ago. I’m looking forward to getting away from the consistent noise of the city, from the endless piles of trash, from the stench of the canals. I’m not losing it, I swear. I’m just looking forward to getting away in the weeks ahead.

The last three weeks have been especially trying at school. With examinations taking two weeks to proctor, along with a week for reviewing (or “revising” as the Guyanese say), my class and I have been consistently out of sync. It’s so hard to keep sanity and control alive when routine has been thrown out the window. As part of the testing schedule, I’ve been assigned to proctor the exams for the second graders. I cannot believe I originally came to Guyana thinking that I would be teaching the five boys in that class. These have been two very trying weeks trying to keep them controlled while reading them their tests. I have learned to appreciate my fifth graders tenfold. The whole time I was trying to keep the five second graders focused I just kept thinking, “I just want to go back to grade 5!” I recognize that each grade levels have their perks, but I’m digging the nine and ten-year-olds right now. No six-year-olds for me in the near future.

Testing will be concluding in the next few days. It’s been stressful, confusing, and annoying as all get out. I won’t go into ANY details about why it’s been so annoying other than what I’ve written above, but I’ll be so, so, so thankful come Friday afternoon. Tomorrow, Thursday and Friday, I have to grade the second graders’ tests and monitor the fifth graders for the day. This also makes no sense to me, but I’m going to roll with the punches. Random art projects and educational youtube videos are on the schedule!

When the schoolwork is done and I’ve released my fifth graders into the freedom of the orphanage grounds for the next three weeks, I’ll bolt off of the school grounds as if there’s a bomb about to go off. I’ll see plenty of the boys over the vacations—both because I’ll purposely go back to see them and because we run in the same social circles and I’ll see them at parties and concerts. But Friday will officially be an opportunity to grant myself permission to get a little selfish and travel around. At this point, I don’t know who I’ll be traveling with or where I’ll be heading, but I’m excited just to check out the guide books and plan a few trips. Honestly, even if I don’t end up going to all of the places I want to, it’s still kind of fun just to read about what exists in this country.

Looking at a map of Guyana, I want to head northwest, up the highway along the coast. It will take me to one of the larger towns in Guyana after crossing over one of the country’s three main rivers. There, I’ll catch a mini-bus to the next village over, where the road will run out when it meets the Pameroon River. There isn’t suppose to be anything in particular to see once you get there, but from what I’ve been reading, I’m looking forward to the sleepy, local nature of the town. I like “sleepy”, and I could use a little quiet. I just have an interest in seeing what the end of the road looks like, what like in the middle of nowhere feels like. I may stay for one night.

In the other direction, I could catch a regular sized bus along the coast heading southeast, toward Suriname. At the end of that highway sits the town of Corriverton. There, I would spend the night and wake up early in the morning to catch a boat down the river that divides Guyana and Suriname. After about a fifty-mile sail, I’d arrive in a quaint Amerindian village where I would chill for a few days until the next boat arrived to haul me back to Corriverton. I figure the experience would be cool; after all it would be getting me deeper into the heart of the jungle and be allowing me the opportunity to interact with rural locals. I could dig it.

Another potential trip would likely just take a day. I would catch a mini-bus from Georgetown to the town of Linden, which is situated more inland, about an hour or two away. It exists as the perfect launching pad for heading to multiple other locations in Guyana, especially the interior. If I went there, I would hit up the museum first (because I’ve read that it’s not to be missed, and admission is just $0.30). After the museum, supposedly there are some clear blue lakes a few miles outside of town that are rarely frequented by tourists. I think, since it’s still almost ninety degrees everyday, I may just have to go swimming.

Where to?
Where to?

I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming! Just a few more days until Christmas vacation!

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