Descriptive Essay On Guyana

In the summer of 2010, I went to my country of origin, Guyana, for the very first time. I have heard many stories about Guyana and what it is like from my family, so I was very excited to finally have the opportunity to experience it for myself.

Brought up in a very modern, first world society, I have adapted to its ways of life. Knowing that Guyana is a third world country, I went there with a very open mind, knowing that I will see and experience things that are very uncommon to my “normal” everyday environment.

As soon as I walked out of the plane, I was welcomed by a smell. A very warm, exotic and natural scent that I still remember to this day. This scent lingered in most of the areas I’ve been to, but in many other places, I was welcomed by a very unpleasant smell of cow manure and rum breweries, which was very prevalent in Guyana.

Almost everywhere you turn there are palm trees or shrubs or bodies of water seemingly untouched by human hands. It was very overwhelming at first, but then I grew to appreciate such natural beauty. The fresh air circulated everywhere so you hardly ever felt the congestion that we are unconsciously used to here, which was so refreshing. The infrastructure in Guyana is also extremely different than that of Canada. There are no such things as skyscrapers and glass buildings there. All their buildings and housing are very vintage looking, majority made of wood. The houses were also painted in very bright and colorful with colors, your eyes would just naturally get caught staring at the uniqueness of every house. At times, such color seemed to get tacky and annoying but at other times, it leaves you marveling at such diversity of each house as no two look the