Marudy Creek Resort

Marudy Creek Resort

Marudy Creek, Guyana – August 25, 2012

Today I went to the Community Liaison Officer coordinated trip to Marudy Creek Resort. My social sponsors were kind enough to pick me up at my home. Once I was aboard, we headed back west on the Coastal Highway. With a couple of very short exceptions, the highway is just two lanes. The road itself is centered right between houses and businesses. It is not unusual to see men working on a truck, for example only two or three feet off of the traveled portion of the road.

Just west of Colorado Springs, Colorado, as one drives on Ute Pass toward Woodland Park, some signs say “Share the Road.” Nowhere is that truer than here in Georgetown, Guyana, and surrounding areas. One always shares the road with pedestrians (there are very, very few sidewalks), bicyclists, mopeds, motorcycles, horse/donkey-drawn carts, lose oxen, horses, goats, dogs, pigs, other crazy drivers, and the forever honking, swerving, and quickly stopping minibusses.

The minibusses are small Toyota minivans. Each one can hold 15 people, although the locals say they often surpass that number when they can. The minibusses all have an easily visible number painted on the front and rear to identify the particular route they serve. People congregate in small groups and hail the minibusses they need. When a minibus stops, they do not completely move off of the roadway, leaving the other motorists going the same way no option but to swerve into oncoming traffic to get around the minibus. That swerving obliges motorists traveling the other way to move over or risk being hit. The same type of ballet goes on when a motorized vehicle meets pedestrians, horses, etc.

The real show starts when the minibus stops. The conductor (paid by the driver), quickly opens the side door, hops out to make room for boarding or disembarking passengers, jumps back in and slides the door shut. As the door is closing, the driver tries to ease the minibus back into traffic, regardless of whether or not there is traffic coming. Motorists that come upon the minibusses in this state tap on their horns a couple of times to signal to the minibus that it is not yet safe to enter. Sooner or later, they make their way back into traffic and drive the next 100 meters or so to their next stop.

As I understand it, the locals pay about the equivalent of US$0.80 for a ride on the minibus. If a sole owner operates the minibus, the owner gets the full amount less a small portion given to the conductor. If someone other than the driver owns it, then the driver and conductor each get a lesser take.

I sweat in this climate. I cannot imagine being cooped up with 14 (or more) of my closest friends in one of those minibusses. I think each ride must be like playing the lottery; however, the winning ticket is getting back off of the minibus in one piece!

We ultimately turned south on the Linden highway. That highway is just as described above; although, it is worse in some places because the houses and businesses are built so much closer to the road. Traffic on the road was horrific. We thought there might have been some construction or maybe even a traffic accident. After being backed up a mile or so, we saw the only problem was the traffic light that allows entrance to the housing development of Big Diamond. The road leaving the highway is not very wide. It also carries traffic to the 20,000 plus homes in the area.

The intersection is right at a rum distillery, so some of the traffic of employees and guests added to the traffic mess. I will bear the distillery in mind for the future. I am sure it will be interesting to take a tour there. Rum has been distilled in Guyana since the mid-19th century. The locals explain that the British Navy used to give all of their sailors’ rations of rum. That rum came from Guyana more often than not.

Once we made it through the Big Diamond intersection traffic was not bad at all. That said, we did have to pass several trucks, one tractor pulling a trailer and a horse-drawn cart (not to mention all the other people and animals noted above).

As we neared the airport area, we turned east off of the Linden highway. A mile or two further in and we turned off of the paved road onto a dirt road. We went north along that road for maybe a mile. That is when we drove into the Marudy Creek Resort. The resort had many covered structures, some relatively large. Other than the thatched roof, all of the structures were open on all sides. The central feature of the resort is the creek and the swimming pond.

The black water pond at Marudy Creek Resort.

Thatched roof detail at the resort.
Varying colors of the black water in the creek.
The black water creek runs alongside the jungle.
This jungle flower sort of reminds me of a bird of paradise.
Small lily pads in the black water.
Another tropical flower.

Marudy Creek is known as a black-water creek. That is because the deeper the water, the more black it looks. One of the guests showed me how the water varies in color depending on the depth. Within two or three inches of the surface, the water is clear with a bit of a yellow tint. So the sand bottom in those areas looks yellow. The bottom of the creek and the pond change colors as the depth increase, progressively changing to black. Even though it sounds like the water would be dirty, it is not. The locals indicated the coloration of the water has to do with the natural tannins in the water as the result of some the rain forest plants. The water is soft. I did not go in. Not because of the water but because I wanted to stay out of the sun.

The resort supplied a BBQ grill, so at lunchtime, I helped grill several things for the people that had come with us. As payment, I was lucky enough to receive an excellent hamburger and a homemade brat. I was stuffed when we finally left.

Luckily, the trip back was not such a traffic nightmare.

When I arrived home, I went to our rooftop terrace to have my toddy and watch the ocean and sunset.

Sunset as seen from the rooftop terrace at our home.
The view of the Atlantic Ocean from our rooftop terrace.

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