I had anticipated setting up camp in the early afternoon.  It was now early evening, the rain was coming down in buckets and I had just left the flooded campground where I had hoped to stay so Cayenne, French Guiana was the new destination.  A closed bridge and unscrupulous ferry operator had chewed up my entire morning and saw me running the road from St Georges far too late in the day.

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In retrospect it wasn’t the best idea I have ever had.  The visa application for Suriname went extraordinarily quick and I decided to leave Cayenne for the border.  Now I stood on a dark street in a frontier village in Suriname with no hotel, a burnt out headlight and a passport with no entry stamp.  Smoke must have been coming out of my ears because it was the fire department that ended up coming to my rescue.

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