Blog 20 has landed with another seriously good weekend.

Friday was another great day at school. I was really excited about the weekend though. At the end of the day I met up with a couple of friends at the sea wall. One of them is helping to run a tour company in the interior and the other is volunteering in Georgetown. As I was waiting for them, I met a lovely guy called Steve. He came out of prison that same day and told me about the rape and violence he had suffered there. Steve was desperate to get to his family down the road but had no money for taxi. Thankfully my friends turned up at this point so I gave him my apologies and shuffled off. When I started to tell my friends this story, they recited the same story of Steve that he had told them the previous week. Cheeky Steve.

Swimming in the sea was awesome. The water is as warm as a bath but sadly not as clean as one. There is a lot of silt of silt in the water due to the huge rivers running through Guyana and pouring all their mud out into the sea. Once we felt like we had got dirty enough, we strolled back up the beach to play boules with coconuts and a piece of coal as the jack.

I went to Aagmans for dinner. I have been dreaming about going to this place since I got here and found out it is the best Indian in town so I was so happy to get the invite to eat there with 3 Indo-Guyanese! We ate a huge meal and shared a few different curries. I ordered Goan fish curry to try to relive India this summer but that was a big mistake. It was a rubbish version. Thankfully nobody else made a bad choice and I had some great food. We even ordered dessert. I had never had a good Indian dessert until that night but finally I have ticked that one off my bucket list. Everyone is saying I am being too enthusiastic about things at the moment but that was the best Indian I have had outside of India.

On Saturday, Javan and I met up with a couple of friends and we randomly decided to drive to Berbice. Berbice is a small town down the coast from Georgetown and on the way to Surinam. We met some of their family and sat on their balcony over-looking the road for a while. I drove us back to Georgetown, which was cool. Guyanese people have a crazy way of driving in the dark. There are no street lights outside of the towns so you have to put your flood lights on. The only problem is that people don’t turn them off so everyone slows down a lot when they pass each other because they can’t see!

By the time we reached back to town it was already dark but there was enough time left to visit some friends at a pool party. Chucking someone in when they are fully clothed is absolutely hilarious.