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Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Suriname Files


What a difference a single river crossing makes. If you ever wonder why every country, no matter how small or unknown is worth a visit, then the stark contrast between the two tiny young nations of Guyana and Suriname would be an exemplary answer.

The view from my mini-bus window on part II of the Georgetown, Guyana to Paramaribo, Suriname trip has changed dramatically. The first real hint occured when I was actually able to look out the window without fear that my face would go through the glass on the next major pot hole we hit or yet another major near-miss traffic situation. Looking through the front windshield I saw a paved road with actual signs and even paint demarkating the lanes! The country suddenly feels tropical but with a definite sense of purpose. All the land is being utilized for cultivation or has actual pens for the animals they rear. The donkeys are being cared for, not tied to the side of the road creating hazards. Bananas and coconut bloom from the palms beckoning you to be refreshed. The homes are all in more than livable condition. The style of the older colonial homes is not as elegant and elaborate as in Georgetown but they are cared for here. Fresh paint, no rotted wood or plastic covering to holes. There are gardens.

Suriname is younger than Guyana earning its emancipation from the Netherlands in 1975. The language is still Dutch and the European influence is very strong here. Politically, this country of 500,000 people has more connection to Caribbean and Europe than to its neighbours directly South - it is not even possible to cross into Brazil from Suriname despite their shared border! It's interesting to note that in addition to the Dutch being the last nation to abolish slavery in 1863, they also have a reputation for being the roughest and toughest master. Here in Suriname, all emancipated slaved were still forced to labour for 10 more years - for free - following their liberation. Seems the only real difference that followed 1863 is that the African people were actually recognized as human beings, not just property. Of course the Dutch, like the British in Guyana, also brought indentured workers from around the world - mainly other Dutch colonies like Indonesia.



*It's cheaper for locals to fly from Paramaribo all the way to Amsterdam, Holland and then back to South America than to try flying directly to another country within the continent (outside of neighbours - British and French Guyanas).  WOW!




*Check out my story on the Maroon people of Santigron @ http://thirteensquared13.blogspot.com/2013/08/santigron-maroon-villages-of-suriname.html Maroons are the direct descendants of escaped slaves.

My time here in Paramaribo is coincidentally punctuated by Carifest XI. It is supposed to be the Caribbean's biggest cultural event bringing together arts and crafts, music, performances, culinary and writer word arts. It is the first time it is held in 5 years despite its biennial schedule and while its opening ceremonies may have been a political success on TV, locals and tourists alike, who traveled here for the festival were left feeling angry and unimportant. The entire bleachers filling Independence Square were composed of delegate representatives from every nation involved in the festival who were given special invitations. The problem is that the people responsible seem to have neglected to inform the people who traveled from near and far that they would be locked out behind massive barriers without a chance of experiencing or watching anything. After the show ended we took to the street once more hoping to revel in festival atmosphere but the crowds of well dressed, calm and proper youth of every background seemed to just disperse into the night. I would call it an interesting phenomenon, but that only seems to be the norm. The festival will continue for 10 days - sorry to say I won't be here to tell you all about it as my journey continues East into French Guiana, the only piece of European Union land in South America.

For an easy evening trip in Paramaribo, try a dolphin tour. Boats take you out on the river in search of these beautiful pink bellied dolphins unique to the Amazon areas. They like attention so make some noise and they could put on a show for you with aerials and acrobatics. Other activities to do in Suriname are similar to those of Guyana, specifically involving going into the interior to do trekking, wildlife or waterfall viewing. My personal opinion is that the Guyana jungle is more of a virgin forest so densely packed with wildlife, for now. As international companies make their way into the Amazon of Guyana to mine for gold and export their ancient lumber the situation will undoubtedly change.

*Dolphins tour are offered by Waterproof Paramaribo for 27 Euros.
Pros: Excellent service by our guide Anna and delicious traditional snacks served during a short village visit up river. A beautiful sunset on the water doesn't hurt either.
Cons: You have make your own way to the docks. Taxi costs 20 Suriname Dollars each way. (That's about $7US at current exchange.)
Waterproof Tours Suriname www.waterproofsuriname.com
info@waterproofsuriname.com

Friday, August 16, 2013

Santigron - Maroon Villages of Suriname

Read the whole story and view the images on my new travel blog @ http://karinasextraordinarylife.com/2015/01/21/santigron-suriname/

The big story, the token article for Suriname was supposed to be the much anticipated Carifesta XI taking place for 10 days in Paramaribo during August 2013. I would have never known of the existence of the Maroon people and their villages if not for picking up travel tips and advice from every traveler we meet - which has been a rare occasion since arriving in Guyana. In fact, I came to the Maroon village of Santigron, hardly a drive from the capital city of Paramaribo, without much knowledge still of what or whom I was coming to see. Mr. Gilles and the most helpful Ms. Bianca at Access Suriname made every neccesary arrangement to bring us to the village despite our unscheduled, last-minute request. This would only be the beginning of many delightful surprises and exceeded expectations.

Before we even arrived in the village we began to understand what this 'tour' was all about. A man, who fell in love with this community, and has spent years of his own sweat, tears, money and provided a voice for people here. He opened up a channel so that tourism could come here - profits going to the people and proliferate the traditions of a dying culture. The children are once again learning the dances of their elders so they may perform them for visitors with an invigorating energy. Mr. Gilles has founded the 'eco park' within the village but every single person associated with it is a local Maroon. The park itself is a tiny and exemplary...

Read the whole story and view the images on my new travel blog @ http://karinasextraordinarylife.com/2015/01/21/santigron-suriname/

Friday, August 9, 2013

My Extraordinary Guide To Guyana

When research began on the Guyana portion of my South America journey I immediately found information hard to come by. Often there is a complete lack of info, contacts, and the links only led to dead ends. With this in mind, I decided to create my own mini guidebook for travelers' looking to come to this little tropical haven. 

*This extraordinary guide has been transferred to my new travel blog. Please follow the link for all tips and insider knowledge for travel to Guyana :)


http://karinasextraordinarylife.com/2014/04/28/guide-to-guyana/

Thursday, August 1, 2013

The Most Unprofessional Entry Ever

 *Please do not consider the following entry a candidate for my travel writer resume*

I can only call the following a candid and emotionally driven review of today: the first day of travel. The notes are more like my personal thoughts scribbled on an airplane napkin than a planned entry of any kind. I guess I´m posting them because I made a promise to so many people to keep constant and current updates while I travel and the truth is, not every aspect of travel is quite like a dream. Particularly all the work, stress, prep and research involved before the journey even begins (like the last week for me). When disaster strikes despite all your careful plotting and planning, I'd venture to say you'd be sufficiently upset as well.

July 29th, 2013 Summary
  • 2:30am Still awake dealing with last minute reminders such as backing up computers, updating ipod, uploading anything I'll need access to internationally.
  • 6:00am Wake up in a panic to call Denmark in order to sort out issues with coverage and insurance.
  • 8:30am Joe arrives to take me to the airport.
  • 9:00am I'm still running around like a chicken without a head; double checking all lists and triple checking pack... meanwhile I'm still dealing with insurance issues online.
  • 9:30am Times up. Throw your hands up in the air, grab passport, wallet and backpack. Anything forgotten is not needed.
  • Drive to Toronto, pick up breakfast, drop me off at the American Airlines check-in.
  • 2:00pm Board flight 1485 to Miami International
  • 7:00pm Board flight 2145 to Guatemala City, Guatemala
Napkin Note Confessions
"Shit has hit the fan before even landing at my first destination. My brand new camera, the source of endless stress, fear and major financial debt has broken before I even get a chance to use it. I just wanted to take a picture of the stupid-ass alligator statue. Now I hate the alligator. Ok fine, it's not the alligators fault."

"You don't have to do or see much more than just the Miami airport to recognize that this place is unique. The Latin vibe dominates unquestionably.  Everything is done with more flare - more drama, more judgement... more sex! Must be a wild life - but it is not for me. I enjoy being a slob mostly and I love the lax Canadian attitude of 'who gives a f*ck'. (Pajamas to class? No one bats an eye) People tend to mind their own business more in Canada than in most Latin cultures and you certainly don't feel ~those eyes!~
Did I mention I'm still in U.S.?! Ah, well maybe it's an immigrant thing! My view of everything is mostly warped from too many filters and acculturations. I see and feel everything with a different light and judgement than either locals and tourists. Sometimes I even think I know how something works because I was once a part of it. Truthfully though, I don't know or understand how Latin society works nor why so many of these perfectly manicured females are giving me evil looks. I figured its my dirty Thai fisherman pants and flipflops. Or it could be the lack of makeup, fake boobs, or really any other indication that I care about my appearance. My best friends would probably just tell me that women hate me cause I'm an effortless beauty'.
I have really good friends!"

"The stress and hunger is really dragging me down. Thankfully Guate can act as a buffer zone and allow me some recuperation time... it is always just comfortable and strange enough. The opportunity to return to my birthland to see my large family is both rare and exciting. Specially for this momentous occasion: the first big wedding of our generation! Of course it will be 6 days of being on my best behaviour and dressing proper. Small price to pay for love."

Closing thoughts:
"This note is so al dente it's basically raw! In the end, only sleep and food matters and I'm severely deprived of both."