Clearly, the Guyana taxi industry lives by two codes
"we'll get you there - dead or alive" and "we'll brake when we hit
something". As a passenger you're just shrapnel from a flyingbullet.
It doesn't matter which route you take. For tourists there are only
two rules:
1) get in the vehicle quickly or it will take off without y! ou, as one of
our colleagues who had his foot driven over can attest, and 2) pray - pray
really hard. Pray that you don't hit something, pray that your last meal
has been well digested and pray that your estate
back home is in order.
Traffic in Guyana is more like random, totally senseless manoeuvres by
heaps of rusty metal and horse-drawn carriages. There are four-way stops,
but they're more like a game of chicken: he who dares, crosses first. There
are no road signs, there are no lanes. Rumour has it that there is a set of
traffic lights in town, but it's an unconfirmed
sighting.
In Guyana if your vehicle doesn't have a hooter or bright lights, it's
completely useless, because they are essential for survival out here.You
hoot when you take off, you flick your lights and hoot when you overtake,
you hoot when you turn and you hoot when you cross an intersection. When
you have no intention of stopping at an intersection,
as one! 5-ton truck driver did the other day, you hoot louder and for
longer. Hooting is such a reflex action here that some drivers do it for no
reason at all.
Bob Marley singing "Don't worry, about a thing .." playing on the radio
does nothing to ease my nerves. One taxi driver removed his taxi signs from
his car doors when we
got in.They were big fridge-magnet-type signs that I never knew existed.
The
reason he removed them, he said, was "Becos we goin' true a roff area, and
if dey see I got toorists, dem might do sumting". It seemed perfectly
plausible for me to then say: "So let's not go through the rough area
then"- he looked at me as if I had cursed his mother.
At night the "rule" is simple: put your brights on, move into the oncoming
lane, hoot and overtake.
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