I woke up this morning and walked the thousand meters to the northern entrance of the village and my friend Horacio was sitting exactly at the same snack bar we had met a week ago. I considered this to be a good sign for a start and I had about one hour conversation with him before he caught a transport to Santa Elena de Uairen where he worked as a music teacher for indigenous music and had to give lessons today. We basically agreed on a price and on a day for us to climb Mount Roraima, 40.000 Bolivares and Sunday.
I pretty much stayed the whole time at the bus stop opposite the police station together with all kinds of indigenous who were waiting for free transport to the north as well as to the south, mothers with children, sales people with their goods, schoolchildren after school, families who had visited their relatives. The indigenous police checked all the cars coming from either direction and tried to distribute the waiting passengers onto the cars regardless if they were locals or tourists.
I had another walk through the village and had taken some pictures of some maps that were painted onto the wall of the local posada. The owner started a conversation and I had to bring my computer to show him the pictures from my short visit to Guyana and Georgetown. He had clients who were asking to visit Guyana and he was thinking to offer that service. I spent about one hour with him looking at my maps and pictures. He was very happy and satisfied and offered me to help me organize and realize my tour to Mount Roraima, he had many family members who were all part of the tourist business in different functions.
At lunchtime a bus with Finnish tourists arrived and all had lunch at one of the restaurants. At the same time another group of mixed nationalities came back from Mount Roraima and had lunch at another restaurant. Each of the tour operators had an agreement with one of the restaurants; lunch in Kumarakapay was part of the tour. The sound of a lunch in an indigenous village sounds exotic in a brochure of a travel agent; grilled chicken with white rice and side salad, water or Coca Cola.
With the beginning of the sunset the illumination along the street went on but a blackout turned them off again just half an hour later, flashes of lightning were visible in the sky and they seemed to come closer. The sound of the rain on the aluminum roof of the restaurant was the acoustic proof that the rainstorm had arrived to the village. I went to the car and really enjoyed the natural phenomena; the village was completely dark and the flashes of lightning were now creating a spectacular illumination. The deep sound of the thunder created a nice mix together with the lighter sound of the rain hitting the car. I was now my own DJ and mixed the natural sound with a House music mix of my dear friend Albert alias Joe due Notting from my hometown.