The danger with travel writing is that writers can create false expectations about the world’s beauty for their readers. In my experience, travel articles tend to extol the beauty, fun, marvelousness, *pick a positive adjective* of X, Y, and Z of Earth. Few talk about the “ugly” side of the world and tell us to go visit anyway. While there’s no denying that there are a lot of lovely places in this world, there are also a lot of places that won’t be winning any “Best Of” competitions any time soon.

And that’s okay.

Places like that make us appreciate the pretty things more and to me, such places are interesting simply because they are part of someone’s way of life. I fully appreciate the fact that I can say I find “ugly” places interesting because I have the luxury not having to live in it. But I still say that “different” forces you to hunt for things to which you can connect, forces you to make an effort in seeing beyond the façade. Two towns in which I experienced this were Parika and Bartica.


A trip down the Essequibo generally starts at a town called Parika – if you’re planning to explore the river, this is where you’ll probably pick up your boat. Parika is located in the northern part of the Essequibo and this town of about four thousand people definitely has a bit of a rough-edged feel to it. It was a clean place, though, and was busy with markets, people, and water vessels. Markets seem to be a big thing for Parika – people who live along the northern part of the Essequibo come here to sell their produce daily. The main focus is the Sunday Market, though. Parika gives the impression of ‘hard life’, but there is also a lot of development happening here. Congestion and cramped quarters is a problem already and I can only hope that someone sends a city planner out there to help Parika through its growing pains.


Further south on the Essequibo, there is another town called Bartica. It is much larger than Parika, with a population of 15,000 people. It is also considered to be the “gateway to the interior” of Guyana – this is because from here is where people generally leave to start jobs in the bush and here is where they tend to return if not going home. What’s in the bush besides beautiful hardwoods and giant spiders, you ask? Gold and diamonds…and lots of it. Bartica has a long history of being where miners picked up their supplies and sold their newly dug up treasures. Today, though, many employers just fly their miners to the interior from Georgetown.

Apparently, Bartica started as an Anglican missionary settlement in 1842 – the long dead missionaries are probably turning in their graves to see what Bartica is now. Since it is a place from where men leave for months in the bush or return to after months in the bush, one can imagine the “fun time” places there are here. According to the guide, Bartica is a popular place for Brazilian prostitutes who are deemed elderly in Brazil to come and continue their trade. And by elderly, he meant women in their twenties. I don’t have any firsthand accounts so I don’t know how true this is, but taking a walk through Bartica, the story has a ring of truth. There is a lot of money here but the money is a very thin layer of gilt on a very seedy looking town.

While wandering around Bartica, we just happened to be in luck with a carnival heading down a street. It was the month of February – in Georgetown, there is the annual main carnival of Mashramani but it seems like other towns have their own smaller parades as well. The parade in Bartica was very small but it was cool to see an example of cultural traditions alive and well in a town that doesn’t look like it would have such examples. Goes to show – never judge a place by its atmosphere!

Question: Do you agree with my premise in the first paragraph? Why or why not?