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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The firehouse was active early and I went to get my passport and bike stamped into the country.  I hit the road at about 9AM heading to Paramaibo with hopes of finding a place to stay and taking a rest.  I was less then 10 minutes out of Albina when I saw the mess I had been racing through in the dark the night before and was relieved I had decided to turn back when I did.

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You win some and you lose some in an old sports world axiom.  I had great luck with border officials in the last few countries and it was time for the other shoe to drop.  I had anticipated things would go smoothly in Guyana as well but my luck had run out and this was one of those borders like in Central America that I was gonna have to work a little to get through.

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