Tasty curry, with mango chunks (inc skin!) but that does not look or taste like puri to me!
I read a comment somewhere that despite the large South Asian population, there are no good Indian restos because they prefer to eat at home – that’s where the good food is.
In no particular order…
– it’s pronounced GUY-anna
– Guyana means “land of many waters”
– reminds me of the Caribbean (not so much like Central America or what imagine the bulk of south America to be like)
– people are very soft spoken here, or at least behind counters – having a hard time hearing them (plus the accent, but mostly the volume – theirs low, ambience loud).
– the bridge to Brazil (on the other side of the country) apparently has a cool label switching system to go from left side (Guyana) to right side (Brazil) driving. Huh. Most left side drive places are effectively islands.
– not many convenience stores here. Finally found a large 1.5L bottle if water at a little Indian resto for G$260/US$1.30
– found a working Scotiabank ATM this morning, with an exorbitant G$1047/US$5 fee (excluding foreign exchange fee) regardless of the amount withdrawn – and I don’t need much for the next 52 hours
– though near the market are money changers… Guys sitting on a chair with a 1″ wad of bills (not doubled over) in their hands. I imagine there must be some hidden protection nearby…
– lots of schools, each with their own uniform; some with loose ties, even for girls, which is just cruel in this climate
– crowded mini vans seem to be the primary mode of transportation here
– lots of traffic lights in town, inc pedestrian signals and countdowns
– it’s easy to look past the open gutters (occasional sewer smell) and litter on the sides of the street (there are some public trash bins, and I’ve seen garbage trucks and an anti-litter poster with steep fines) but what troubles me is how much broken glass is around (looks like from green beer bottles)
A few minutes before landing…
I’ve never seen bars over the counter in a resto before.
The channa was tasty, but the rotisserie tasted like semi-cooked pancake batter.
Besides Susan’s good friend Indi who grew up here, a few more Cdn bits I saw walking around yesterday:
Middle photo is the High Commission.
OK, last photo isn’t Cdn related, but it was cute.
So I stand corrected, there are 2 small countries south of USA in Americas that speak English (the other is Belize).
Besides Brazil (Portuguese) and Suriname (Dutch) and French Guiana, the rest is of course Spanish speaking.
Formerly British Guiana, add Guyana to the list of countries that drive on the left side of the road.
The small airport us a 41km drive (US$25) on a 2 lane road (being widened to 4 closer to town), paralleling the Demerera River, with the occasional glimpse of this “small” river (about 100m wide already).
I wandered around my area of town, with quaint old buildings, the church that is the tallest wooden structure in thus part of the world, the Canadian High Commission, and the seawall walk (flat muddy looking water). And non-functioning Scotiabank ATMs
The countryside driving in was nice, the town not so much. Lots of walls, guards and some barbed wire. Even the little resto I went into first an Indian snack had bars above the counters.
Safely ensconced in the lounge after breezing through a painless immigration (no more cash departure tax) and negligible security line.
It’s equivalent to a renovated United Club, with the addition of free Bailey’s to make the coffee drinkable.
Flying to Georgetown, Guyana today, also upgraded.
One of my 2 return flights on Friday is also upgraded, I’m surprised the last one hasn’t yet 
I don’t recall seeing this one before
I should have eaten more in the lounge, as I left home without eating, and lunch on the flight won’t be until 11:30 (on a 9:30 departure) and no pdb (pre departure beverage) either – need some coffee with Bailey’s, stat!
Biz class on Cops is like domestic biz on United, which is to say old school barcaloungers and no individual entertainment or power ports. At least they call it business and not “first” (it’s a B737-800).
One hour in and have coffee, watching Maleficent..
Feeling rather unprepared for this trip, with all the crazy work hours lately. Even had to squeeze in a last minute data fix before heading to the airport thus morning, where in my foggy state I misread one request (and passed it on to someone else instead of doing the wrong thing)
Biz lunch after selecting entree from a printed menu… And I guess the salad counts as “veggies” (oh wait, and there’s a bit of spinach under the steak)
I might pre-order a veggie meal on the way back since its actually an option
Cheese melted on the mashed potatoes, and blue cheese sauce for the steak, mmm!
And now I’m glad I didn’t over indulge at breakfast.
Oh well, might as well have the sundae too
Side note: after seeing an article about CATSA (the CDN TSA) being inefficient and over zealous, i found it amusing that they inspected my carryon to look more closely at my nail clippers… And but I was literally the only person at that checkpoint