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I was always sorry to be leave Georgetown. Somehow, the city had created the illusion of familiarity. Within a few weeks I’d acquired somewhere to live and a few friends, and I had a rough idea of where everything was.
I love it when law enforcement can gain the full support of the general public. Three of my four brothers, my father and one of my uncles were in law enforcement. I worked for several years supporting four jurisdictions in their efforts.
This is a sad sight, a row of jaguar skins, hanging up in a ranch in the southern savannahs. No-one likes to see big cats killed, especially when they're listed as endangered.
This is the little police station in Mabaruma, in NW Guyana. Near the border with Venezuela, this town is relatively peaceful, and the police didn't seem to have a great deal to do. But it was still a skeletal service; the officers' uniforms were old, and the badges held on with safety pins.
This is the fourth in a series of articles on my trips to Guyana, since I have been returning annually for the past 14 years. Due to political challenges and other factors, some expatriates avoid returning to Guyana and miss out on the beautiful echo tourism locations and resorts through trips to the interior and savannah grasslands.
At the far end of Flag Island on the River Essequibo there's this long brick hall (see photo). It has tall, shuttered windows, the bell-tower of a little church and the body of a warehouse. Forts aside, it's probably the oldest building in Guyana. Inside there was a large expanse of flagstones, a cluster of well-laureled tombs, and a colony of bats.
At any one time in Guyana there is always a small contingent of foreigners from the areas of high incidence of the Ebola virus.
Should rackling be an Olympic sport? if it was, Guyana would carry off all the golds.
For outsiders, this is one of the most mysterious aspects of the country. The sport is simple; you put a tiny bird in a cage and coax it to sing. And this is serious business too.
Today, the Berbice River is calm and peaceful (see photo). But exactly 250 years ago, the Dutch were beginning to take control of the revolt along its banks. As they did so, they discovered that some of the most important rebels were changing sides ....
This year sees the 250th anniversary of the end of the Berbice Revolt. By October 1763, much of this river (see photo) was under the control of the slaves. The Dutch garrison was overwhelmed with disease, and - just for a moment - it had looked as if one of the greatest revolts in slavery's history might just succeed.