To...Somewhere

April 30, 2012:  When standing  on the side of the road with Jason in a small unpopulated area, I waved down anything with 4 wheels going in our direction.  From one vehicle to the next, we hopscotched to the  end of the road at the riverbank of the Suriname River.  

On our journey here, very few people spoke English.  If I knew Dutch or one of the many other indigenous languages that flooded this region, it would have been easier, but not as...interesting.  The plan was to go up to the Suriname River for a few days, spending the night wherever we could - preferably in a small Amerindian or Moroon villages.  Tossing our bags onto a riverboat, off we went to...somewhere.