Exciting End of Journey

The local union rep hired a taxi to take us around, and the driver was very nice and sweet. He brought us to a local market and also showed us one of rice mills in the area. The Region 2's main livelihood is producing rice, and you can see people drying rice on the road. I walked on rice for the first time. My grand parents in Japan use to grow rice, so it was nice to see it in Guyana as well.

One thing Gilly and I enjoyed a lot was that we were able to walk around in the evening. After our long day of work (and off course taking shower), we would take a short walk and then go eat at a restaurant. A local police officer introduced himself to us on a road side, which made us feel a little bit more secure.

I will write about the situation of teachers and the education in general in Guyana some other time (I am sure I will have a lot to say about it...)

One of a few pieces of advice my very supportive father gave me was not to take small air planes, because they crash every once in a while. On the way back to Georgetown, we flew on the very plane that I was not supposed to take. It could seat up to nine passengers, and it almost looked a like a toy. It was hilarious that the "airport" was in a large rice mill and not the other way around. They use a small scale, just like the one in everybody's bathroom to weigh your baggage. What is more is they weigh you, too! I was quite nervous, but I sat right behind the pilot and made sure that I knew what he was doing... The view was amazing, and I enjoyed this 20 min flight.

After all, we made back home OK.