22_02_12

Ruffian in a river.

The jungle slowly eats everything in its path.

Schmetterling ‘tastic.

Everything grows everywhere.

Not much faded grandeur. This is grandeur.

The biggest wooden cathedral in the world.

The market is something to behold.

We agree, if only there wasn’t rain.

Misty mornings.

We’re legal. We think.

We crack on with the Atlantic jobs list.

Everything that can get wet, gets wet.

Before and after.

Fusion street food.

Fusion street food.

It’s all about the presentation.

Stinky carpets need making, ‘unstinky’.

Fiona finds some blue water.

Larry finds some special fizzy water.

Hiking Suriname style

Temples, mosques and tractors.

Reminders of colonial trade are everywhere.

Rain, rain, please go away.

A peaceful awakening.

From fitting industrial ships to fixing little ones.

Could it be time for a new sail?

The autopilot gets more love.

Leaky bolts are not happy bolts.

Downriver.

The prep begins.

Chopping.

A ‘healthy’ banana-based snack.

Yummy. Fermented fish paste.

How can we make these unhealthy?

Have food, will fry.

Fiona is shown the way.

We find our very own personal shopper.

How much rain can one country have?

This has got to stop soon.

Our assembled little community.

Café culture has made its way west.

Another day. Another equipment failure.