THE journey is worth the hours travelling by road from the East Coast Demerara to No. 63 Beach, Corentyne, Berbice. That is because this destination is of pure tranquility and serves as a natural attraction for hundreds of persons who visit almost on an everyday basis.
Even foreigners who come from far and wide would take the time out to make No. 63 Beach a place they must visit.
The place has a magnetic pull to it where people would visit for swimming, picnicking, jet skiing or fun in the sun with family by playing games or simply sitting on the beach and soaking up the atmosphere.
Many persons, particularly Berbicians, would annually make their way t o the location in their numbers for the Digicel Curried Duck Competition.
The place would be transformed into an exciting destination filled with activities for children and adults.
However, over time, No. 63 Beach has become very untidy simply because some people just leave their garbage on the beach and do not clean up after themselves.
This has led to a build-up of refuse around the location where even the facilities are made unfit for use due to their deplorable condition. Some of the wooden benabs are also in disrepair and are badly in need of repairs.
With an extensive clean-up campaign, No. 63 Beach, a major tourist attraction, could be made attractive once again and sanitised to give it an appeal. But even in this state, people continue to visit because they cannot help themselves. It is a place worth visiting at any given time.
Last Sunday, the Pepperpot Magazine visited the beach and spoke to several visitors, all of whom said they always visit the place whenever there is an event to socialise and meet new people as well as to bring out the children to ‘cut loose’.
One woman related that her children like the beach because it is a wide open space they can play games and she can finally get some time to read a book while keeping an eye on them.
2 thoughts on “The magic of No. 63 Beach”
No.63 Beach – Poem by Leonard Dabydeen
(April 23, 2013, PoemHunter.com)
Atlantic air shifting waves
rustling the shore line
sifting
through coconut trees
where they stalk the beach
I sit alone
on a broken branch
breathing
Corentyne sands
watching seined men
gathering shrimps and fishes
as waves caress the sand
and recede
like a satisfied lover
look how frail crabs
shuttle about
in no particular direction
I rest my water coconut
between my legs
and cap my eyes
to peer at the horizon
with a rising sun
chasing shadows
where critters cannot sleep.
No.63 Beach – Poem by Leonard Dabydeen
(April 23, 2013, PoemHunter.com)
Atlantic air shifting waves
rustling the shore line
sifting
through coconut trees
where they stalk the beach
I sit alone
on a broken branch
breathing
Corentyne sands
watching seined men
gathering shrimps and fishes
as waves caress the sand
and recede
like a satisfied lover
look how frail crabs
shuttle about
in no particular direction
I rest my water coconut
between my legs
and cap my eyes
to peer at the horizon
with a rising sun
chasing shadows
where critters cannot sleep.