After picking up a few essential parts in Trinidad (and a tub of Gorilla Glue), I set sail once more for Guyana. It was time to take a closer look and make tentative arrangements to facilitate the reception of my newly conceived rally.
I was happy to see that not much had changed in the last 6 months.
Other than a newly established fast food outlet.
And the introduction of garbage bins…. Though it might be a while before people realize what those are for.
With the influx of cash from gold mining, Bartica will inevitably change, but for the moment, it’s still the wild west…
Obviously the sooner people come visit, the more authentic the experience.
Six yachts were visiting Guyana while I was there! An unheard of increase, considering that in 2011 the total number of visiting yachts for an entire year was 11.
Thanks largely to the efforts of Kit Nascimento, formalities for yachts visiting Guyana are are about as simple as they can be. An accomplishment worth applauding… Suriname and Brazil take note….
I was happy to meet the crew of yachts I’d come across in my previous travels, including Speedwell of Hong Kong, and Sandpiper 2.
I knew Shirley would be found anchored off Baganara Resort (a proposed stop for the rally), because the Gorilla Glue delivery was for her. Well not quite… It was really for Bernhard, who needed it to complete his new dingy.
Bernhard gave me a set of GPS coordinates detailing an alternate route along the Essequibo that should shave several miles off my next visit. Once I’ve checked them I’ll post the new route.
I’m reluctant to share them at this point because there are occasional unpleasant surprises along the river as the crew of Do It discovered and I can think of nicer ways than running aground to have an uncharted rock named after your yacht.
Next stop…. Saint Laurent du Maroni to see what the local council thinks of playing host to an annual yacht rally…..
I was in Guyana in 2009 aboard Troutbridge, a Broadblue 385. Things look pretty much the same. Who knows, one day I might get back there!
In 2009 I think there were only five boats visiting. Four of us were anchored together at one point off a private house belonging to an American Jazz Singer, Joyce ? I can’t remember her last name. We also spent a few days at Kit’s place. All in all a fascinating experience but I didn’t like swimming in the river 🙂
I swim in the Maroni River, but only after I’d read the environmental report on water quality!
The Essequibo?
Only with enough incentive of the bikini clad kind…