Dear Editor,
My father and I recently took advantage of a special offer from Rainforest Tours in Georgetown to visit the majestic Kaieteur Falls in Region Eight. From all indications, there was a packed group each Saturday as flights took off from the Ogle Regional Airport on the East Coast of Demerara. I must say that the trip was worth every single penny. The memories made were out of this world. I wish to thank the Government of Guyana for subsidizing these trips to the Falls during the past six months and appeal to them to continue this offer in the New Year so that more persons can see Kaieteur for themselves.
All that I can say to you who are reading this is to go and see for yourself. And if you went already, then go and visit again! On a recent trip to the Kaieteur Falls, which I still can’t get over (the trip, the sights, and the experience of it all), I am struck with awe and wonder at such a creation of God.
I left the place saying in my mind that whoever doesn’t believe in a higher being, that when they saw the majestic Kaieteur they’d think differently.
The ride to the falls was nearly as exciting as the trek on foot to the falls itself. I saw the magnificent and much talked about Guyana Amazon jungle from the air which looked like a thick green blanket down under.
The air seemed fresh and the atmosphere very cool and crisp. The place was dead silent. We landed at the Kaieteur National Park airstrip in Potaro in Region Eight. The guide was ready to greet us. He’d been waiting for us for hours before, since our plane was some hours late that day.
I knew I was in a strange place. “This was going to be something,” I said to myself. Moments later we started our trek on foot (13 of us) towards the great sight. We made brief stops along the way, crossing mini, shallow creeks and clumps of bushes, and the ground seemed to change very often. One minute we were walking on sand, the next grass, the next pebbles, and the next limestone, and so on. The terrain also seemed to change so often. One minute we were climbing then we were going lower and so on.
The place seemed very cloudy and cooler. There we were, walking in groups of two, on foot towards the main purpose on that trip. I could tell the only thing on our minds was: are we there yet? How much further? We couldn’t wait! I couldn’t wait! On the way I picked up several limestones and dashed them in my bag stealthily as I did not want the tour guide to see me as this was a conservation area that we were in.
Then a sound of loud splashing could be heard. It was growing louder and louder and louder
