A word of caution for those that venture out on important streets: there is a bit of reckless driving and as there are too many intersections and shortcuts to everywhere, one has to be wary of walking and then getting bounced off into the trenches.
It’s driving on the left hand side of the road.
Much unlike Dar, (for my friends out there), the regular numberplates are all in black, taxis in yellow with an HB or HC on them, diplomats in yellow with a DPL. People do obey the few traffic lights there are and there are traffic cops regulating the traffic as well. For someone not aware, this kind of information is very reassuring to a newly arrived expat.
There are many radio taxis all around and arrive within 6 to 10 minutes of calling and it costs about 400$ to get from point A to B within the city.
Don’t hold your breath yet, it’s Guyana dollars I was talking about, 200 Guyana dollars amount to one USD.
The one I’ve been using is called Indian Chief and one day I managed to radio in the same taxi thrice. It’s a small town.
Just don’t let the accent get to you, everyone adorably smoothtalks and boy, do I get conned?!
Tried out another new place today called OMG, which happens to be a sports bar.
Other half stuck with poulet and fries. I ventured to indulge in some Atlantic trout with tamarind sauce, served with rice and grilled courgette, carrot and aubergine. No Tusker and Kili here, but a local brew, as in Banks beer.
Went to the the supermarket (aptly named Survival) for some supplies. There is this need for reassurance that an expatriate wants to assuage by constant visits to the supermarket. And yes, everything was still available and had not all moved from the shelves !
As we walked back to our hotel, avoiding being run over by cars with blaring music, walking single file on a fairly broad road, we reminisced about Dar and yet felt quite at home in our new adopted town.