Awaiting Witte Raaf's arrival
in Suriname we are
busy with all kinds of preparations. Right before we travelled to
Trinidad in February, the Sailing Club Suriname (SCS) was founded and in
the meantime also notarized. P is secretary and is now working on all
kinds of appeals as in Suriname bureaucracy is important: ask the
district commisioner for permission to renew and especially extend the
jetty, get information from the MAS
(Maritime Authority Suriname) on how far the jetty may stretch out into
the river, open a bank account (far from easy in this country) and a
whole lot more.
The Sailing Club Suriname will soon consist of 8 and perhaps even 10
members, but together with Kurt, Kenneth, Dyron and Bryan we form more
or less the heart.
It is amazing how
easily we have been included into this small circle of friends and we
have lots of fun with the Surinamese sailors.
Surinamese love "going for a stroll" and that is almost never on foot.
Should the stroll regard an activity of the sailing club, it might be
that a sailing trip is planned, but it could just as well mean a trip by
4WD to the interior.
On the occasion of Ebolition Day, this year 150 years ago) we drove to Republiek,
where Kenneth's family owns a cottage by the side of a magnificent creek.
It was great “swimming” (standing up to your neck in the water with a
can of beer)
and JW went “riding” with the boat, as Bryan had brought a kayak
along. So still some watersports after all.
The next activity on the
water was the Swimming Marathon Domburg-Paramaribo, this year organized for
the 39th time. The SCS had been asked to crew an escorting boat so Kurt, Dyron
and we had to be up at the crack of dawn
as the start was at 7AM in Domburg (but following the Surinamese tradition almost
an hour later).We had an icebox prepared filled with soft and energy drinks to hand out to
swimmers who had a need for that, and of course rum and coke for ourselves.
After 18 km of swimming with the tide the first participant passed the finish line in
2 hours and 17 minutes on the Waterfront in Paramaribo, where a party was in
full swing.In the meantime we provided the rear with the infamous cloyingly sweet green
and after the last participant had finished we headed back home, tired and
pleased with a splendid day on the river.