When I got to the post office at 7:10 there was already a queue, even though it had only been open for 10 minutes. That was probably because people were eager to get their posting done before the work day began. As for me, I figured that the French postal system might be better than the Brazilian one – fingers crossed. It started pouring it down while I was inside, so I took shelter, speaking to a Brazilian boat guy. He seemed to be an official sign post, as he asked where people were going
Alex and Lydie, my hosts in Cayenne were going back to France for Christmas to introduce their son Camille to the family. Even though they had a new born, and were leaving soon, they were happy to let me stay for a few days. On the weekend, they invited me to spend a night at a carbet to celebrate their friend’s birthday. I’m not sure exactly what a carbet is, but it seems to be a log cabin without any walls where people go to get away and sleep in hammocks. The carbets I’d seen
I’d originally thought that I’d have been able to get on a tour at Le Centre Spatial Guyanais easily, but when I contacted them on Monday they said the first tour with availability was on the Thursday, and in French. I don’t speak French, but the tour ended up being OK. We got shown to the 3 launch areas – Arianne, Soyuz and Vega – but couldn’t get out at Soyuz as they were preparing for a launch that will hopefully take place
I’d been invited to stay with a Couchsurfer called Clément who lives near Kourou, about 90km from Iracoubo, but would be playing at a festival in Sinnamary, only about a 30km ride, that Saturday evening. It meant I had a relaxed day, which was really helped by a very friendly fire station that had no problem with me staying in the room until well past 10am – a definite advantage of having my own room rather than staying in my tent.
I was very glad to only be riding 30km, as during
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,