Day 16: Hog Roast!

16.01.09: Up at 4am and on the minibus to Suriname. Thankfully paved roads all the way, and even a nice new shiny bridge over the river meant that we got there in double quick time. The guy driving, Champ, was such a top bloke - he seemed to know absolutely everyone in the country and had smiles and waves for everyone. We arrived at Molston Creek around 9am and Champ had to lend me the money to get the speedboat across the river - I had underestimated the cost somewhat! But I made it over, was swarmed by taxi drivers on the other side - trying to explain to them that I was just stepping foot in Suriname and that I intended to go back straight away was a bit lost on them. But there you go - every nation in South America in just under…

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Day 15: Death Bus To Guyana

15.01.09: Awoken at 4am, we recommenced our journey through the jungle. Over a river on a chain ferry made of rusty metal and some wooden planks borrowed from The African Queen. Then we pulled over for some breakfast, a pee break, a coffee, another pee break, elevenses, twelveses... I got the feeling I was never going to make it to Georgetown. Then we pulled over again. Why? The guy driving just says "roll over, roll over" and points to the side of the road. A bus coming the other way had missed the bend and fallen into a river. But what was much more unsettling was the fact that there were five dead bodies inside. They had been there for two days. Suddenly my merry little jaunt around the good ship Planet Earth became something a little more real and a lot more scary. I could…

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Day 14: Call Me JoJo

14.01.09: Got up nice and early after a surprising restful sleep and headed to the border. I was first to be stamped through and I headed to the nearest bank to get some Brazilian Reals. Only the bank doesn't take foreign cards, so now I'm in the back of a shared taxi on the two-hour journey to Boa Vista on a wing and a prayer and a promise that I'll pay the taxi driver after we find a bank that will take my cards. Luckily enough for me, I'm sitting next to a particularly yummy mummy from Brazil who keeps breast feeding her six month old baby Jojo. Not the most unpleasant seatmate of the Odyssey I have to say. Oh, she's doing it again - don't look, don't look, don't... oh, bugger it, this is GREAT! Welcome to Brazil! It's almost enough to make me…

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