V. S. Naipaul’s insight, in identifying a sort of unconsciousness, a lack of feeling and seeing, in his native Trinidad and Tobago and India, comes home with force upon landing at the Cheddi Jagan International Airport.
One is lost for words as the plane taxis down the runway to the tiny airport building.
The first sight is an old, apparently abandoned, Laparkan building alarmingly lacking maintenance, with a faded, washed-out “welcome to Guyana” sign hanging on loose boards, in what
