Going back to the hospital was a pain in the ass but Layne had to check in to get a blood test. First of all we could not find anywhere to park and that’s a first in Paramaribo. The surrounding streets were packed so we drove home and called a taxi on an app Layne found. In a country without credit cards there’s no Uber. I’ll bet you hadn’t thought of that, so a cash economy really is crappy. Well at least bitches gage disadvantages.
The cab driver charged us $9 but the driver got home only charged us $5. So the first guy took advantage of us after we asked if we could call him direct when we needed a cab, which means he’s not too bright. Pieter will be getting our business obviously.
The hospital experience was crap of course, with lots of standing in line. The nurse above started swearing when Layne said she didn’t speak Dutch, the usual garbage, as she took her vitals. The doctor said Suriname is in crisis with people fleeing the country as wages are too low, everyone is tired and even nurses have to hold second jobs. Yet the doctor, a young white woman from the Netherlands has settled here because she hates the cold but more seriously because she says doctoring is much more interesting and challenging. Suriname is such a conundrum and I can’t figure it out. I want to like it but it won’t like me back. I think it would be undignified to beg to be liked by an entire country. 
I forgot to tell the parking drama story from last week when I found a spot to park GANNET2 outside the same hospital when I had to pay Layne’s bill, US $3,600 in $12 bills, as the largest bill the country produces is 500 Suriname dollars (US$12).
Anyway I was walking into the hospital when the guy below said I had to move my van. No street parking he said. I looked incredulously down the street and he said they’ll be going soon. He had a police emblem on his shirt so I drove two blocks and parked off the street.
