Isn’t odd the whole business of staying in someone else’s house for money? In Labrador, I once stayed with a completely disfunctional family, who prowled around all night, and fought over the food. In mid-Wales I stayed with a farmer whose house hadn’t been re-decorated for almost 100 years.
Isn’t odd the whole business of staying in someone else’s house for money? In Labrador, I once stayed with a completely disfunctional family, who prowled around all night, and fought over the food. In mid-Wales I stayed with a farmer whose house hadn’t been re-decorated for almost 100 years. In Norway, I had to share my breakfast with 11 pet hedgehogs, and, in Bath, my room came with about 50kg of teddy bears. But it’s a good way to learn what’s going on locally. Before coming to Guyana I’d spent weeks trying to find a family who’d have me to stay.
This was obviously a novel concept in Georgetown (see photo). Why would a bucra (or white man) want to stay in a Towny home instead of a big hotel? What will he eat? Will he need a pool? Undaunted, I sent out more emails, and they began to percolate into the Diaspora, spreading out from Canada to Israel. At last, I found someone, a local MP. Although she was meant to charge rent, she never did, and – instead – she threw a little party to celebrate my safe arrival. It was once of the happiest homestays I’ve ever had.
Hello John!
Thank you very
Hello John!
Thank you very much for your post. I might be moving to Georgetown, Guyana for 6 months to do an internship. Would it be possible to hear more about your homestay and/or get in touch with the MP with whom you stayed? Please let me know at your earliest convenience.