No, I haven’t discovered any other beliefs associated with the day in Guyana yet.
An uneventful day, except that I went out and bought some flour from Nigels. The Brazilian restaurants nearby were belting out music at the highest decibel limit.
Guard told us the house across the road, under construction, had some equipment stolen a couple of days ago while their watchman was asleep. The door apparently was conveniently left open.
A colleague’s premises were broken into early this week and the floodlights made off with. The guard was asleep while the thieves cut into the fence.
So that’s like friday the thirteenth for all of the week if you will.