My first trip was to the border with Suriname, a chance to see the sugar cane and the natives. We passed Mosquito Hall, and that is the real name of the place. Apart from the rats, snakes and spiders said to be haunting the plantations, the road reminded me of Romania and Bulgaria a few grades up on the Celsius scale. Even my hotel in Georgetown reminded me of a two star villa on the shore of the Black Sea.
No comments:
Post a Comment