As our time in Georgetown looks to be coming to an end, I seem to be drawn to watch the sunset over the river mouth, where the Demerara meets the Atlantic. When we visited the lighthouse I spotted a group of fishermen on the point where the two meet, at the very end of the sea wall which keeps the high tides out. Somehow, even from afar, they didn't seem dangerous. Today I went to find out, and they were so friendly and welcoming. There are dangerous people in Georgetown, but there are many wonderful, friendly people too.