Well, I’m in Suriname now. Seems like a weird place with not too much to offer, to be honest. The buildings all look pretty dilapidated and someone told me that everything I’ll need to visit is pretty much within 3 blocks walking. We shall see about that. Apparently everything is open 730am-430pm. That should be interesting, it’s already 330 am here, how in the hell am I going to be able to get up to accommodate that schedule?
Tonight on the plane, we had just landed in Suriname. The captain comes on to say that “well, every now and again we test-run the autopilot for landing, so since the weather was so nice in Paramaribo we decided to do a testrun. So, this place was landed completely by machine operated devices; the landing gear, the brakes, everything.” We made it and you’re all alive, so we decided we would share it with you, maybe you would like to know. Sweet, thanks? Glad you were looking out for our safety? Then we got off the plane in the middle of the runway and walked a quarter of a mile to the receiving center. Bizarre. Well not really, but it seemed like it for sure.
Anyways, after a seemingly never-ending mini bus trip of about an hour, I ended up meeting up with some foreigners for a nightcap, who had been on my mini bus. They were all about 10 years older than me or more, most likely. 2 are lawyers, one works with insurance/security. I ended up talking to the one who works with insurance/security (Jamie) for a little bit. He is Portuguese, moved to Spain when he was 7, then to England for lots of his schooling, then to the US for a masters, then to Brazil to follow a girl he fell in love with, then to Venezuela, then to numerous other countries, then to Afghanistan/Iraq/Iran during the war, then back to Brazil. Man, was his life a whirlwind. He has a purely English accent. His life is far more interesting than mine has been! We spoke about the pains of traveling amongst other things, it was a good way to end the night. OK…. Must go to bed, or else I will be hugely ridiculously absurdly sleep deprived instead of ridiculously absurdly sleep deprived.
Trying to get someone to meet with me to discuss the rental market, I get the following responses:
Please call back at 5 o’clock. Hmmm OK, what time does the office close? 11 o’clock. WHAT? Not that it made any sense in the first place, but I thought the city shuts down here at 4 pm?
Just call before you want to stop by to make sure that I am here. But, don’t you do appointments? Come on…
Please call back in 20 minutes. Please call back in 60 minutes. Please call back in 30 minutes. Really people, what’s going on here?
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