Leaving Paramaribo, my knee was feeling a bit better, but I didn’t want to ride over the bridge that crossed the river. It’s a 2km climb up, and then a 2km drop down, with a single lane each way that wouldn’t have been at all enjoyable during rush hour traffic. Thankfully the boats that used to get people across are still running, and I took one. I’d read another blog where they paid 20SRD ($6) each so I offered 15 ($4.50) and the boatmen accepted. We left straight away,
Just before arriving in Paramaribo, I noticed a regular bump when I was pedalling, and an inspection let me know the problem – the sidewall on my rear tyre was giving up. When I’d gone to the Thorn shop on my return home in April they’d tried to replace it saying it was showing wear in the tread. I vetoed it and I’m glad I did, because that was 11,000km earlier. I don’t remember when the last puncture was, but in the 4,500km since getting back after my mum’s
From Corriverton to the ferry to Suriname it was only 13km and I had until 9am to cover it. I’d read about how it can be very busy, but when I got to the terminal at 7am there were only 5 other passengers. The gate closed sometime around 8:30 maybe, at which time there were about 50 passengers, not too bad. We’d been let through the quick custom check, and I went to lie down on the bench waiting for the 9am launch, which ended up happening closer to 10. As is normal for me I fell asleep
As well as some sightseeing, I had to apply for a Surinamese tourist card in Guyana. It would be the first country on this trip where I’d have to do something before arriving at the border (Cuba too, but that was just done at Cancun airport). One of the remnants of British rule is the dress code that exists in government buildings and the Surinamese embassy was no exception. I put on a pair of Curtis’ trousers, my ninja shoes and the shirt I’ve taken to riding in, and was let
Thankfully after his spill the night before, Curtis’ knee wasn’t any worse. He takes ibuprofen every 3 hours to stop his knee being too sore while riding, but it was OK. I’d read that the road ahead was hilly, with one part in particular – Devil Hill – being a problem. We were in luck, as a new road had been built replacing the dangerous 20%+ gravel downhill with a much more sanely graded road.
While we carry water, and there were plenty of creeks to fill up from,