After the speeding, singing shared taxi from Suriname to Guyana on March 10th, I checked in at Georgetown’s Tropicana Hotel, the only place I could find on the internet that advertised itself as backpacker accommodation. For $22 USD a night, it was nice enough, but unfortunately, aside from one young man who looked in my direction through mirrored aviator sunglasses without moving a single facial muscle, it didn’t have any guests with which to trade information.Continue Reading