In the village of Awala-Yalimapo, in the far north-west of French Guiana, the day is just beginning. It is not yet six o'clock in the morning. The thick cloud cover certainly deprives us of a spectacular sunrise, but it also protects us from its powerful rays. With their thin trunks and shaggy hair, the palm trees seem caught in a real storm. The wind, however, does not blow so strongly. Large raindrops, almost as hot as the ambient air, fall sparsely. This weather, which might seem terrible, actually makes the wetness of the jungle bearable. Three kilometers further, the main road leads to the micro-car park of the beach of Hattes, dead end and terminus of the departmental 22. We have arrived at the end of the world.
If it were not for the turbid waters of the Maroni estuary that separate us from Surinam, the scenery would be heavenly: palm trees, fine sand and tropical vegetation. About ten meters away...
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