Visas – Part I

30 08 2007

There’s this funny, funny thing that you need to get to stay in some countries. This thing is a piece of paper, apparently something very official … it’s called a MasterCard … or is that a Visa?

You get visas though the country’s embassy situated in your own home country. There’s not one in Canada for Suriname, though, just one in Washington. After finding the Consulate’s phone number (yay, Internet!) and speaking to a very helpful gentleman, I found out I can get the visa application form and information of the embassy’s official site (surinameembassy.org). Simple. Easy. A little expensive (175$ for a mult-entry visa). But simple.
NOW I have to answer questions such as, “Where are you staying in Suriname?”, and give them an address and a phone number. That’s a problem: I’m only staying in a guest house one night! And what kind of visa do I need, tourist or transit? I’m inclined to pick “transit” … this is when I contact Jackie (my host in French Guiana) or the International Pioneering Comittee and see what gives.

Plus I need to send in a copy of my return ticked (I think now would be a good time to buy a plane ticket!!), my original passport and enough money for them to post it back.

Eek.

Stay tuned. The Visa experience may be long and complicated.





Introduction

28 08 2007

After the encouragement of many voices, I have found myself much obliged to create this blog. Unlike my other one, http://saindonienne.livejournal.com, this one will deal specifically with my experiences before, during, and after my Year of Service in French Guiana (hence the title).

For those just learning this tidbit of news, I am leaving the country in the end of October to spend a good nine months in French Guiana in a Year of Service. This is something that is strongly encouraged in the Baha’i Faith: youths (15 – 30 yrs old, approximately) are sent off to a part of the world where help is needed, ranging from humanitarian aid, to helping within the Baha’i community in organizing events, to being a janitor or a nanny.

Writing this blog is not only a means of recording my travels and keeping in touch with family and friends. I also hope that other youths considering a Year of Service may learn and benefit from my experience, if ever someone of that description crosses this remote location of the web while surfing.

Let the blogging begin!