Day 60 Georgetown, Guyana
Friday, July 29th, 2005With a sleepless sweaty night of clock watching and mosquito alerts, I got up. I liken it to the time that one of my wisdom teeth had a huge cavity and needed to be removed. I was in so much pain that last night I wanted to go to the dentist. It was like the count down to the ending of pain. I took a quick sewage shower and headed out. The bar was all locked up but I wasn’t going to wait for someone to let me out. I found an open spot to get out of the bar and then hopped the fence to freedom. I bee lined it to the bank. The first employee I saw I asked about the cash advance capability and he said no problem and pointed to the tellers. I was happy that I would once again have money. The transaction was rather pain less and I got enough funds to easily last the week or two that I was allowed in country. On the way back I took a look in the guide book for another place to stay. They suggested another guest house just up the road, actually on my way back. After a little bit of confusion I found the place. It was in as bad a condition as the bar was. Luckily, I noticed a sign just down the road for another guest house. I stopped in and talked to an Indian family. They had some rooms and the lady told me the cost. I checked out the rooms and came back down. I offered the same amount I was paying at the Tropical Hotel, but I wanted the room with the bathroom and shower in room. She agreed and I went to get my stuff. There was only one guy awake when I got back so I handed him the keys and the amount for a single nights rent. Now I understood why the discount if you stayed for longer than one night. The best description of what the place was like was sketched in the door by a Donald and Sandy. It read “Welcome to hell.” Sandy and Donald. It summed it up perfectly. The only regret was that I didn’t get a chance to annihilate those bastards in my ex-room. My dream was to go in and seal all the windows. Then I would toss in a couple of foggers followed by a couple of smoldering mosquito coils. I would wander around in my chemical suit squishing them as they fell to the floor. Now that would have been cool.
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