Waja deposited me at the Sleepin guest house, a wonderful structure with a lovely room WITH AC and a faint smell of cedar which puzzled me until I realized the odd pellet in the sink was a urinal cake. I encountered the local currency as I gave the lady $100US and got back over $10,000 in Guyana dollars, then compounded my foreignness by giving Waja a tip which, I later discovered when I went to buy a popsicle, to have been not enough to buy a popsicle. Found the internet worked in my room and spent some time basking in the AC, guilty pleasure. Popsicle was soursop flavor, a local fruit. Id describe as faint creamy pear.
Met Diane! (its pronounced DeeAnn) the Madonna of the Otters looks just like her pix except she was on dry ground and she does look a bit more thin and frail, travel to london will do that. We ran errands, going to the bank, then to the OTHER bank when it turned out the check she had was for a different bank, then went to go visit some fellow named Ben who lived in one of those big houses with the wonderful front rooms which ARE just as neat inside, all hardwood and breeze and comfy, and his darling wife and baby, baby was down for her nap in her own baby-sized snowywhite hammock but woke up to entertain us with adorableness. Despite the fact that there is jungle everywhere, a lot of people have hanging plants up as well and I saw "plants for sale" at a couple places. After having some wine and blether with Ben, Diane and I went to the Cara Lodge to check Diane in and have a sammich. Sammich was tasty and served with fries and ketchup and something that turned out to be delicious fiery death, as I discovered when I spooned a dollop on my plate and Diane added one single drop of it to her ketchup. I fangirled helplessly at Diane, I think I offered to kill people for her but it might have been my lack of sleep, but she was full of stories to tell too so I listened, she has a wry sense of humor too. Back to my hotel to find the internet not working again, but I was waiting on a call from Margaret who is supposed to help me get to Karanambu (I will take the bus so I can escprt my luggage and Dianes) but fell asleep waiting for her call, despite the honking horns outside. At 7pm woke, it was much more quiet, only the occasional horn, and the chorus of insects or frogs or whatever outside sounds like jingle bells. thought about going out for nightlife or some food but didnt want to miss the call so went back to bed. at 1am dead quiet except for the jinglebugs. listened to them and fell asleep again. Up this Am as someones car alarm went off, bugs gone, horns back, fnally got internet again and a call from Margaret, bus was going to leave at 3 now is leaving at 5 so we will work out what im gonna do when she calls back again soon!