When I told some Dutch travelers we wanted to stay at the marina in the village of Domburg, a town on the shore of the Suriname River, they got excited. He’d lived in Domburg in the Netherlands for a few years and the name was evocative.
I’ve never been to Domburg in the Netherlands but I doubt it looks much like this place. The village is about eight miles inland from the Atlantic and it takes about half an hour from downtown Paramaribo to get there.
Google sent us on the river road which is horribly torn up by the trucks hauling from the various industrial facilities along the river. Photos never show the true awfulness of torn up asphalt but I’ll try here as this was the worst road we’ve encountered in Suriname.
The river is a marine highway for bauxite and other chemical plants and the truck traffic doesn’t spare the road.
For me this was a thirty mph highway. Hold up! Speed bump.
I had expected more suburbs and residential living along the road. We found a mixture of poverty and mansions, many unoccupied.
And a number of Muslim mosques and Hindu temples in this wildly multi cultural country.
The driveway to the marina was rather rough.
No idea what this said but Bruce and Celia in Arizona asked a Dutch neighbor who obliged.
"Roman catholic church
Our Holiest Savior.
Every Sunday at 10am.
Friday Mary devotion at 18.30"
Because there is a church next to the marina…I had no idea what it said at the time.
This was the sign I turned left for into the sandy driveway. Notice this one is in English.
This is one of those buildings that remind me (and maybe Doug) of Key West when there were tumbling buildings around:
The marina parking lot. Before we arrived in Suriname we had thought to camp here to be close to Paramaribo but we discovered on iOverlander that Erik the new manager has forbidden dogs so we went straight to the apartment we had decided to rent. Let’s face it we are more comfortably placed than living in this parking lot:
I liked Erik, a nice guy aside from his anti dog policy which we didn’t even bring up, as Rusty was snoring at home in the air conditioning. Dogs and Suriname don’t mix well.
The food was delicious, chicken satay for Layne with a light fresh peanut sauce, while I had a flaky white fried ocean fish of some sort in a crispy light batter along with my favorite yuca fries. I went with alcohol and had a glass of Parbo draught while Layne had a juice.
It was a good lunch helped along by a river breeze and a pleasant view of the Suriname River.
Satay and the light savory peanut sauce.
That scenic river view; you have to I shine the breeze.
We wrecked our lunch while Erik took care of the other customers.
The marina is a just bunch of moorings in the river which exhibited a strong current and this is dry season.
Then we drove home to a sleeping dog. We had to cross the bridge out of Domburg and when we were two thirds of the way across a local got on the bridge blocking us so I had to back almost the length of the bridge which luckily I was capable of doing. As you can see there isn’t room for two to pass! 
Sometimes you just meet assholes in this country just like any other I suppose. I waved and gave him the bird but he declined to make eye contact. 
On the way home unaccountably Google’s Maps sent us a short way inland where we left the bumpy narrow rural river road past the chemical plants…
…and found our way on the obvious main highway back to the capital city.
And that was Layne’s Saturday outing. She’s getting stronger day by day. 
200 Suriname dollars is US $5.
Back to the city.
We saw a bunch of “banden” signs which we eventually figured meant tire repair shops. That’s how we drive through Suriname, one word at a time.
“Go” is one of the nicer gas stations and regular gas is about $4:20 a gallon. The only recognizable brand I’ve seen is an occasional Royal Dutch Shell gas station in a country filled with its own brands of petroleum. Oil money is supposed to raise the economy sooner or later as they open up newly discovered off shore oil fields.
Those Key West style houses:
