French Guyana - End of part 4

With our arrival in French Guyana we have each achieved one of our goals.

Marilyn has had a glass of wine in every country in the Americas



I have grown my hair long enough to have a pony tail

The three Guyana's are all very strange. They each have a population mix, African descendants from the slave trade, Indians and Chinese who arrived to work the plantations when slavery was outlawed. But each is still defined by their colonial past

In Guyana they speak English, play cricket, drive on the left, dress their police in 1950s uniforms and sell marmite

Cross over into Suriname they still drive on the left because the Brits used to own it - we swapped it for New York - but immediately from the border you encounter Dutch canals and

architecture and they speak Dutch

Into French Guyana and its all very French, from the croissants in the cafes to the Renault cars which of course drive on the right.

We visited the prison used before prisoners were sent to Devils Island. Papillon was there for sometime and you can supposedly see his name carved into the concrete of his cell