|
BORDER POST BETWEEN SURINAME AND FRENCH GUIANA |
|
We arrive late at Albina, the boarder-post on the Suriname side; a shabby wooden house, raised high on rickety stilts above the flood plain. Armed black guards, educated Marons from the interior, linger over my exotic passport, fickle enough to have my Surinamese hosts intimidated, edgy, complaining about their indolence, but only in English I notice. Paperwork complete, we are canoed in a dugout across the Marowinje to French Guiana. Under sweltering sun the water invites fingers, the warnings about piranha come too late; the strapping, half naked Maron boy in the prow catches three in his net for supper.
|
Travelogue