Published: June 25th 2007June 25th 2007
This is where I passed the sunsets
I arrived here very uncertain of what exactly awaited me.
Luckily I was welcomed to town by a man named Alvaro who was a local, after having left his homeland in Uruguay, and he spoke perfect english. He showed me around and introduced me to everyone, so I spent a week here. What can I say... ItÂ´s Jeri!
You may be mildly impressed by some of the images I have managed to capture on my modest 2 megapixel camera, and even if you arenÂ´t even a little impressed by some of the undeniable quality of my shots (composition, lighting, artistic originality, the total package), I can assure you that would someone with any real skill or knowledge in the art of photography have been with me in those places, that the images he/she (letÂ´s not be sexist, even though we all know about men and their gender dominance) then I suspect the photos that would have been produced would have been worthy of the front page of Travelblog.
But for me, with just 5 (and a bit) weeks remaining in my epic journey, and struggle against evil at the ends of the earth in an alien land, I still
Sometimes the lone traveller can feel a little lonesome
have not managed to break onto the Travelblog cover page. It is looking unlikely that it will happen for me at this point, and the excruciating frustration and disappointment with my inadeqaucy is beginning to eat away at me. I am considering putting less then 100% effort into the rest of my photos... But then... One thought spurs me on!
What about my subscribers, my die hard fans???
You have looked at hundreds of poor, alright, and occassionaly good photos that I have carelessly captured, each time thinking Â´Shit, I wouldnÂ´t have wasted the time loading that page if I knew it was a photo like thatÂ´, and now that I am just 5 (and a bit) weeks from the conclusion of this campaign, and journey of world healing and self enlightenment I feel that it is my duty to produce still more photos and waste more of your valuable time, plowing through them.
That is my promise to you!
More Quantity, at the same ordinary quality!
And for goodness sake, where are my props, and occassional criticisms??? Freedom of speech people, freedom of speech!
I have just read what I previously wrote in this blog entry and
5:40 on a Sunday afternoon
I feel compelled to apologise to all of you in the most sincere (whilst still with a hint of Cassels sarchasm) manner that I can for the quality of it. To me that introductory paragraph was somewhat substandard and poorly structured, although I did appreciate its form. The rest was sloppy and neither here nor there (wherever here may be, and wherever there is in relation to this mysterious here).
I am sorry, but I must continue...
One week in Jericoacoara
After having wasted time in the Amazonas capital of Manaus watching cable TV, and playing a true blue American Â´gun-down-those-germansÂ´ playstation game, I felt that it was time to do somthing a little less like what I may do back home, and get outside, afterall it was good weather, and my motherÂ´s voice kept running through my head...
Â´Nope you boys arenÂ´t going to stay inside and play on that stupid machine all day, It is a beautiful day outside, so I have taken the power cordÂ´ (we had a spare!)...
In this case the hostels owner hadnÂ´t taken the power cord yet, so I figured I couldnÂ´t rely on him to motivate me to do something,
Dune Buggy Fun
So I turned to the local bakery.
Somehow the sweet combination of pastry, cheese, chocolate, cream, icing sugar, and a little bit of jam has always put me in a positive frame of mind. After consuming such a combination of goodness I attained a state of mental clarity. I decided to do something!
Two days later sitting in an overpriced burger shop on a quiet street in Fortaleza, after having taken a flight over the remainder of the Amazon, and along a bit of Brazils Northern Coast I pondered what I might do next...
I went to bed, so that the next morning I could be fresh and ready to decide what to do.
Surely enough I was fresh headed and rather keen to leave my empty (other then me) 8 bed bunk room in the hostel.
So I went for a walk and met this Pota Rican guy who told me how I could arrange a bus ticket to Jeri (Jericoacoara, the place in all the photos).
The next day I went.
Jericoacoara was a beautiful little toursit town with two industries, Fishing, and tourism. As I mentioned earlier I was fortunate
1 Real for photos!
enough to meet that guy named Alvaro, whom introduced me to some local people, and found me a fantastic deal at a pousada. I was then set to waste a week in Jeri.
Everyday I would sleep in, and then wander down to a nice restaurant for a big old fashioned chicken, or steak burger with everything. At the restaurant the guys working there would come and hang out with me, whilst we played some kiwi music off my mp3. They didnÂ´t have alot of work to do in the midst of La Temporada Baja (low season), so I found listening to them talk portuguese to me interesting. When they were busy I studied the pages of my spanish novel, with difficulty, and determination, or simply looked out across the beach packed with fishermen, people doing capoerah (canÂ´t spell it, but it is wierd), windsurfers, and the occassional sunbather.
On occasions I would bare my pakeha luster to the beach and take a little dip myself, but found the lack of surf made it somewhat boring.
At nights I could hang out at the ice-cream bar, and talk to the tourists, or locals, and then found somewhere to eat. It
The Brazilian Coast. Palm trees and sand dunes. Not to mention the luke warm water and sun bathing brazilians
was a pretty low key week for me really. But I managed to get rid of all that stress that has been weighing me down (cheeky grin).
I did go on a few nice walks, and a dune buggy tour, which were cool, but otherwise I didnÂ´t really induldge much in the other appeals Jeri had to offer.
I had also planned to take a windsurfing course there with Alvaro, but kind of never got around to it, with all the not much that I was doing.
I think I would like to go back to Jeri with some friends one day, and a cricket bat, tennis ball, and a rugby ball to kick around. It is a great lazy summer place, with a mean party every night (not that I really induldged in the night life).
Now I am in Pipa. A beach town which I think is more picturesque, despite many saying otherwise. There is surf stretched along all the coasts here, so I am gonna take off to find a surf school, hire a board, get a few pointers, and then catch some waves.
Only 5 (and a bit) weeks to go for me now,
Thats what you do here
and the truth is I canÂ´t wait to see you all!
Kiwi in the Sun
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