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
I’d arrived in Lethem on the Thursday with plans of heading south to Sand Creek to see the family of James and Doris. There was one slight snag, that way you arrive in Amerindan communities and you can need permission to go there. I mentioned my idea to Chris, and it turned out that James’ father was his uncle and apparently his brother used to work as a high-up in the Sand Creek community and could take me there. Unfortunately, both on the Friday and the Saturday he ended up being