xx Guyana

Port sub-call! Far at the world then, strange fascinating lands beckonus, fittest rebel and erixotic spenders.

Come with us as we head for ports of call! Sailing southward among the palm-lined islands of the Blue Caribbean Sea, we approach the northern coast of South America and head for tropical giana, containing the only European possessions on the cotter.

The vast steaming jungle stretching inland for miles is intersected by innumerable streams and drenched by huge waterfalls. In the dense undergrowth trees struggle for life. Their limbs cover with orchids infestune with vines. The jungle is alive with a chatter of monkeys, the cries of brilliant birds. Great anacondas lie emotionless for hours, awaiting their prey.

Deadly pushmasters dart among the roots. Father inland, in a region that even today no man has explored, the inaccessible mountains lift their heads. Our steamer passes the light ship marking the bar ten miles out of Georgetown capital of British Guiana only at high tide can the harbor be entered as the sun sets we brought anchor here we

are we wanted to see the tropics yes there but the only thing I know about Guiana is that they have a postage stamp worth fifty thousand dollars I don't have that anymore I think the King of England has the only one in the world No use for me to try and find one, then I suppose.

See, look at those houses. They're all built on stilts. Yeah, to keep out the dampness. Well, we can't see the botanical gardens from here. Come on, let's go ashore. Got your camera? I certainly have.

If they really do raise those water in the lease with Lee's four feet across, I'm not going to run the risk of having people at home say I made it up. Come on, Dad. The efforts of Europeans have pushed the jungle back from the sea in some places along the Guiana coast.