Kaieteur

Probably the biggest attraction in the Guyanas (apart from the jungles) are the Kaieteur falls. Situated in a remote part of the Guyana shield forest, the only way to get there (apart from a 5 day hike which I didn't fancy) is by light aircraft. So I booked my flight, the next plane being in 3 days, and killed some time in Georgetown. The days flew by as it is a very mellow place to chill out, have some beers and generally not do anything more stressful than enter and exit a hammock (Aside: If you are to believe Lonely Planet you will be robbed, raped, disembowled 10 minutes after arriving in town AND then you will contract malaria & dengue). And so it was on on Saturday morning that I was sitting in a tiny Cessna with some Americans and we were flying over more Brocolli towards Kaieteur.

One of my fellow passengers was a vet (Americans: Vet = veterinarian, Englanders: Vet = Veteran) in his 30s. He had been travelling for the last 3 years and now had been to over 100 countries. In fact he was probably the most travelled person I have ever met. The fecker had been all through the 'stans and also through most of Africa and the Carribean. Even in my "need to get cosy in one place for a while" state, his descriptions of Ethopia made me want to hop in a plane and go. Just before touching down in Kaieteur, the captain did a shit-your-pants scary roll and gave us a full view of the falls, which were spectacular. Not nearly as high as the Angel, they were instead extremely wide and just as impressive.

We landed and headed out on a stroll through the jungle toward the falls. Our "guide" for the day was a funny rasta who wore baggy pants, pristine white Nikes and a baseball cap perfectly tilted to 45 degrees on his head. His tour consisted of many well rehearsed stops with mini-speeches. Difficult questions were not tolerated. Thank god there were no Germans on the tour asking him how many layers of sedimentary rock had been folded under how much pressure to form the tectonic rift we were standing on.

We made our way though the thicket, spotting a couple of [extremely posionous] Golden Frogs on the way, to finally emerge and see the falls. They really are quite amazing.

We headed back to Georgetown via a hotel resort near Bartica. Quite decadent actually making a stop in a plane just for lunch. We were greeted by staff with umbrellas and shown to our delicous lunch. Back in Georgetown that night it was a couple of beers at Windies bar before hitting the sack early.

Suriname tomorrow.