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The U.S. Department of Transportation granted the carrier approval for its service to Guyana in October.

The airline is currently offering fares between New York and Guyana at US$499.

They first flight 2 hr late.

It is not easy for Airlines when they have smugglers doing their own thing. 

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Most Smuggling pass undetected:

Sometimes the Jail the Innocent

to show they are looking for Drugs

British national says Guyana jail a hell hole

By Phillipa Cherryson

Julie Warner, 30, spent five weeks in a South American jail after being wrongly accused of smuggling drugs. The secretary finally had all charges dropped in August, but not before living a nightmare she’ll never forget. Here she shares her diary.

Julie Warner

Saturday, July 25, 2009

I can’t believe I fly home tomorrow! I’ve been on holiday in Guyana staying with family friends for 10 days and it’s been fantastic.

My first visit to South America has been incredible. I got to see one of the world’s highest waterfalls and visit the rainforests.

I’ve taken loads of photos and can’t wait to show everyone back home.

July 26

Get to security at the airport and officials ask to look in my case. They bring in sniffer dogs – who don’t seem that interested.

More than anything I am embarrassed as they go through my dirty clothes. But everything is fine and they let me through. Then 20 minutes later the guards tap me on my shoulder, saying they want to look at my case again. This time they pull out my hair gel saying there are drugs in it. I protest and keep telling them: “I haven’t got any drugs. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Finally they bundle me into a car and take me to the local police cells. The putrid stench is the first thing that hits me.

There must be 24 of us in a cell with no windows. The women are going crazy, shouting, screaming, attacking each other.

Suddenly the lights go out – a power failure. It is pitch-black, terrifying. But I know I have to hold it together and not cry.

Any sign of weakness and I feel like I won’t survive the night. Finally I fall asleep in a tangle of bodies in the darkness.

July 27

I can’t believe this is happening. I thought they’d realise it was all a big mistake but I’m still living the nightmare.

I open my eyes, it’s horrific. It’s so hot I can hardly breathe. There are bodies everywhere – mostly children, some as young as 11.

Some have mattresses, others lie on the filthy concrete, no sheets or blankets.

The air is thick and smelly. The two open loos are overflowing, but I’m desperate. I gag as I use them. Whenever a police officer appears I beg him to tell me what’s happening, for someone to tell my parents where I am, for them to tell somebody, anybody, that I’m in this hell-hole. I get no response.

July 28

I go to court hoping to be released but no one is there and I’m sent back to the cells. The floor is sodden, insects are everywhere. I’m still told nothing.

Hours feel like days. I stare at the walls or listen to other women’s horror stories of how they’d ended up here. There are five foreigners – two Canadians and two Americans and me – and we stick together.

July 29

The British Embassy official is here with a lawyer my parents have paid £1,000 to represent me.

I’m so relieved. People know I’m here, thanks to the call I made to the High Commission when I was arrested. The court date is set for August 12.

It feels an eternity away.

July 30

It is a 90-minute drive to the proper prison this morning. It’s still harsh, but a big improvement on the lock-up. But I’m the only foreigner here – I feel so isolated.

August 5

Today, I was taken back to the hell-hole – the police lock-up. I’ve got no money, so I’ve got no food or water – I’m having to survive on leftovers and I’m begging for water. They give you three meals a day at the prison – mainly porridge and rice – but here you need to have someone to bring you food from outside and there was no one to bring it to me.

There is a charity that sends food, but not every day.

August 8

A girl of 22 arrived. She’s four months’ pregnant and has been in a fight with another woman. She is bleeding badly but the wardens aren’t interested.

We give her our sanitary pads. Now they’re bloody and piled in the corner and she’s got nothing to staunch the blood with.

August 9

The girl is still bleeding. There is blood all over the floor. We keep calling for help but nobody comes.

August 10

The girl is barely conscious this morning. They finally drag her out. It’s the last time we see her.

August 12

They let me ring Mum and Dad from the court.

I can’t believe I’m finally speaking to them, it really gives me a boost. I get a new court date for August 31. That has to be the date they set me free.

August 16

I’m coming out in these little white spots. I think it’s from the water – it’s full of mosquito larvae.

August 18

Mozzies have bitten me to pieces and I find lice on the thin mattress I sleep on. It’s disgusting.

August 23

The girl next to me has a seizure. I’m scared but the others yell to get a spoon and unblock her airways. I only have my toothbrush. It is utter chaos.

The matrons watch from outside.

We save the girl’s life. And I just lie there, shaking, afterwards.

August 25

There are now 31 of us. It’s so crowded, girls are sharing their mattresses.

It’s hotter and the arguments are getting worse. Some women are mentally ill, they scream, shout and thrash about. What if everyone’s forgotten about me? What if I’m here the rest of my life? These are dark days.

August 28

Back to the lock-up ready for my court date. Back to hell…

August 29

I wake up in agony, really dehydrated. I have no water and no one gives me any.

August 30

I haven’t eaten for two days – the smell of everyone else’s food was driving me crazy.

They finally give me food from the charity – rice and beans.

It looks disgusting but to me it tastes like heaven.

August 31

My lawyer doesn’t bother to turn up to court, which makes me very, very scared. But the judge just told me to go – leave just like that.

They haven’t found any drugs, there are no reports, no nothing.

I’ve lived like a dog for weeks and they don’t even give me an explanation, but at least I’m free.

The Embassy helps me find a hotel and get my belongings back.

It’s my first night in a bed, in a room on my own, with my own toilet and running water, but I can’t sleep.

I’m so angry.

I feel like I’ve had something stolen from me.

And strangely, I miss all the people – it’s so quiet.

September 4

Back at the airport I am petrified I’ll get stopped again. The same officers are at customs and remember me – this time they’re all smiles.

But I can’t relax, not until the plane takes off.

September 5

Finally through customs and there’s Dad waiting for me.

He’s such a star. At home in Benfleet, Essex, Mum’s in tears, but everything else seems so normal, just how I’d left it.

I’ve been through hell for five weeks yet everything else is just the same.

I can’t go outside. I’ve got so used to being confined everything seems weird: sleeping in a bed, using a loo with a flush, walking out the door without being dragged back.

But there’s no comeback on what happened.

I can’t sue for wrongful arrest, can’t get any compensation. I’ve just got to pick up my life and carry on.

I’m just glad I’m home safe now.

A Foreign Office spokeswoman confirmed that Julie was released from detention in Guyana on August 31 without charge.

Julie’s mum Denise says: “The whole thing has been a nightmare for us.

“We thought it was a joke when we were told that Julie had been arrested for drugs smuggling– she’s just not that type of girl.

“It was five weeks of hell for all of us. Now we’re just glad she’s home safe and sound.”

(mirror.co.uk)

And Guyana wants tourism.  Some drugs were going out and they used her as the fall person.

Of course when people in the UK google Guyana this will come up.

Guyanese will flock to Dynamic and will yell and scream and pretend as if getting stranded isn't their fault.  These people do the same thing and expect different results.

Most Smuggling pass undetected:

Sometimes they Jail the Innocent

to show they are looking for Drugs

British national says Guyana jail a hell hole

By Phillipa Cherryson

Julie Warner, 30, spent five weeks in a South American jail after being wrongly accused of smuggling drugs. The secretary finally had all charges dropped in August, but not before living a nightmare she’ll never forget. Here she shares her diary.

Julie Warner

Saturday, July 25, 2009

I can’t believe I fly home tomorrow! I’ve been on holiday in Guyana staying with family friends for 10 days and it’s been fantastic.

My first visit to South America has been incredible. I got to see one of the world’s highest waterfalls and visit the rainforests.

I’ve taken loads of photos and can’t wait to show everyone back home.

July 26

Get to security at the airport and officials ask to look in my case. They bring in sniffer dogs – who don’t seem that interested.

More than anything I am embarrassed as they go through my dirty clothes. But everything is fine and they let me through. Then 20 minutes later the guards tap me on my shoulder, saying they want to look at my case again. This time they pull out my hair gel saying there are drugs in it. I protest and keep telling them: “I haven’t got any drugs. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Finally they bundle me into a car and take me to the local police cells. The putrid stench is the first thing that hits me.

There must be 24 of us in a cell with no windows. The women are going crazy, shouting, screaming, attacking each other.

Suddenly the lights go out – a power failure. It is pitch-black, terrifying. But I know I have to hold it together and not cry.

Any sign of weakness and I feel like I won’t survive the night. Finally I fall asleep in a tangle of bodies in the darkness.

July 27

I can’t believe this is happening. I thought they’d realise it was all a big mistake but I’m still living the nightmare.

I open my eyes, it’s horrific. It’s so hot I can hardly breathe. There are bodies everywhere – mostly children, some as young as 11.

Some have mattresses, others lie on the filthy concrete, no sheets or blankets.

The air is thick and smelly. The two open loos are overflowing, but I’m desperate. I gag as I use them. Whenever a police officer appears I beg him to tell me what’s happening, for someone to tell my parents where I am, for them to tell somebody, anybody, that I’m in this hell-hole. I get no response.

July 28

I go to court hoping to be released but no one is there and I’m sent back to the cells. The floor is sodden, insects are everywhere. I’m still told nothing.

Hours feel like days. I stare at the walls or listen to other women’s horror stories of how they’d ended up here. There are five foreigners – two Canadians and two Americans and me – and we stick together.

July 29

The British Embassy official is here with a lawyer my parents have paid £1,000 to represent me.

I’m so relieved. People know I’m here, thanks to the call I made to the High Commission when I was arrested. The court date is set for August 12.

It feels an eternity away.

July 30

It is a 90-minute drive to the proper prison this morning. It’s still harsh, but a big improvement on the lock-up. But I’m the only foreigner here – I feel so isolated.

August 5

Today, I was taken back to the hell-hole – the police lock-up. I’ve got no money, so I’ve got no food or water – I’m having to survive on leftovers and I’m begging for water. They give you three meals a day at the prison – mainly porridge and rice – but here you need to have someone to bring you food from outside and there was no one to bring it to me.

There is a charity that sends food, but not every day.

August 8

A girl of 22 arrived. She’s four months’ pregnant and has been in a fight with another woman. She is bleeding badly but the wardens aren’t interested.

We give her our sanitary pads. Now they’re bloody and piled in the corner and she’s got nothing to staunch the blood with.

August 9

The girl is still bleeding. There is blood all over the floor. We keep calling for help but nobody comes.

August 10

The girl is barely conscious this morning. They finally drag her out. It’s the last time we see her.

August 12

They let me ring Mum and Dad from the court.

I can’t believe I’m finally speaking to them, it really gives me a boost. I get a new court date for August 31. That has to be the date they set me free.

August 16

I’m coming out in these little white spots. I think it’s from the water – it’s full of mosquito larvae.

August 18

Mozzies have bitten me to pieces and I find lice on the thin mattress I sleep on. It’s disgusting.

August 23

The girl next to me has a seizure. I’m scared but the others yell to get a spoon and unblock her airways. I only have my toothbrush. It is utter chaos.

The matrons watch from outside.

We save the girl’s life. And I just lie there, shaking, afterwards.

August 25

There are now 31 of us. It’s so crowded, girls are sharing their mattresses.

It’s hotter and the arguments are getting worse. Some women are mentally ill, they scream, shout and thrash about. What if everyone’s forgotten about me? What if I’m here the rest of my life? These are dark days.

August 28

Back to the lock-up ready for my court date. Back to hell…

August 29

I wake up in agony, really dehydrated. I have no water and no one gives me any.

August 30

I haven’t eaten for two days – the smell of everyone else’s food was driving me crazy.

They finally give me food from the charity – rice and beans.

It looks disgusting but to me it tastes like heaven.

August 31

My lawyer doesn’t bother to turn up to court, which makes me very, very scared. But the judge just told me to go – leave just like that.

They haven’t found any drugs, there are no reports, no nothing.

I’ve lived like a dog for weeks and they don’t even give me an explanation, but at least I’m free.

The Embassy helps me find a hotel and get my belongings back.

It’s my first night in a bed, in a room on my own, with my own toilet and running water, but I can’t sleep.

I’m so angry.

I feel like I’ve had something stolen from me.

And strangely, I miss all the people – it’s so quiet.

September 4

Back at the airport I am petrified I’ll get stopped again. The same officers are at customs and remember me – this time they’re all smiles.

But I can’t relax, not until the plane takes off.

September 5

Finally through customs and there’s Dad waiting for me.

He’s such a star. At home in Benfleet, Essex, Mum’s in tears, but everything else seems so normal, just how I’d left it.

I’ve been through hell for five weeks yet everything else is just the same.

I can’t go outside. I’ve got so used to being confined everything seems weird: sleeping in a bed, using a loo with a flush, walking out the door without being dragged back.

But there’s no comeback on what happened.

I can’t sue for wrongful arrest, can’t get any compensation. I’ve just got to pick up my life and carry on.

I’m just glad I’m home safe now.

A Foreign Office spokeswoman confirmed that Julie was released from detention in Guyana on August 31 without charge.

Julie’s mum Denise says: “The whole thing has been a nightmare for us.

“We thought it was a joke when we were told that Julie had been arrested for drugs smuggling– she’s just not that type of girl.

“It was five weeks of hell for all of us. Now we’re just glad she’s home safe and sound.”

(mirror.co.uk)

The U.S. Department of Transportation granted the carrier approval for its service to Guyana in October.

The airline is currently offering fares between New York and Guyana at US$499. 

This gonna be another Sonny "Asstin" Ramdeo operation, tek time sit back and get some popcorn.

HM_R, your assumption equals to putting the plate in your mouth before you eat the food. Take it as good gesture from a low breed dalit.

I have a good enough track record to run on. Name one Charter service that has been in service for over 5 years and that has not gone belly up.

I have confident in these airlines that things will change for the better vs your track record. I am not going to put my hands on my head and cry, or to be a pessimist. I am like the little chu-chu train that say yes I can. 

Thanks for confirming what I know and BTW these are not "airlines" these are charters. Know the difference.

Chartered airline/aircraft, perhaps? Explain how one differ from the other?

That is for me to know and you to find out. Do some readin......damn low breeds want everything for free.

I will take it that you don't know the difference. Thanks!

Is that some kind of retarded low breed reverse psychology move? where did you learn that in kindergarden or grade 2? sorry sacand standard in low breed parlance.

More Narco leaving Guyana Daily....

Lets appoint a drug czar for Guyana.

Yes leh we appoint de criminal murderah Ramsammy.

Jalil for drug czar. He knows where to look for coke.

Nah leh we get de criminal murderah , Ramsammy......Roger Khan mediator wid de US government.

Leh we get him fuh be de Czar.........get this criminal into higher places.

How about Haas_man. You also know all the crevices that people stash their cocaine. You will find them in a hurry, especially in the "battie".

Whappen yuh give up pan de criminal Doctor Ramsammy? 

PPP has no bloody shame none.

The airline is currently offering fares between New York and Guyana at US$499.

Shall we get back to the promise airline that will take Guyanese to the promise land for cheap? 

Hopefully this would not be Dynamic Disaster like the previous ones...I like how they call these regular airlines, but they are charter

I heard this many times, but I am always optimistic. You should too. 

Every time some PPP soup licker starts a charter scam all the PPP frauds rush to claim that this time it will be different. We remember Universal, and EZ jet.  Dynamic will go the same way.  Travelspan has a habit of not paying on time and when Dynamic tires of that they will be gone. 

Caribny, why do you call the people that look on the bright side of Guyana, soup lickers?

I don't believe that caribny is a fella like that, Nehru. Caribny need to go back to boy scout to learn to make fire. Granger will teach him how to respect democracy.

These arent people who look on the bright side.  They are crooks benefitting from crony capitalism.

Marriott is a scandal as is the Berbice Bridge, Buddies (before it became Princess), etc.