We arrived to Georgetown, Guyana near midnight on a Saturday. We had been traveling for nearly twenty four hours, and had been subjected to horrors only known by those who have flown red-eye, cross country connecting flights on Frontier Air. We were lucky enough to be met by a close friend in Miami, who showed us some of what his city had to offer (more on that later…), before boarding our Surinam Airways flight to Georgetown – the first stop on our inaugural South American adventure.
By the time we made it to Guyana, we felt haggard and raw. We were enveloped by humidity as soon as we stepped off the plane and onto the tarmac, and proceeded with our normal course of action – sprinting ahead of folks like madmen to get to the front of the immigration line. Unfortunately, David is never one to pass immigration or customs without a quick frisk-eroo from the local agents, so we were delayed leaving the airport on what was already an exhausting day and change of travel. Read more