Blogs from Amazonas, Brazil, South America - page 12

On a prevu de passer 1 jour de demi a Manaus. Il fait tellement chaud ici.. surtout dans l´hotel ou nous logeons, on a pas de fenetre, juste un ventilateur qui est aussi silencieux qu´un helicoptere au decollage.. Le centre est principalement anime grace a tous les etalages dans les rues. On trouve de tout et n´importe quoi, chaussures, vetements, jouets, appareils menagers, des trucs auquels on pense meme pas!! On est alle jusqu´au theatre, puis on fait le musee du caoutchou. Et oui, beacoup on fait fortune grace a l´exploitation des arbres a caoutchou. Depart prevu pour le Venezuela ce soir a 18h00. Dernier jour au Bresil.. ... read more

So our boat to Manaus was a completely different experience to the first time around but again we had to sleep three nights on the boat. Although the first night we were docked and had the boat to ourselves. The captain agreed that we could sleep overnight which saved us finding accomodation for the night. When we woke up after our first night we thought the boat would be crammed with hammocks like previously but to our astonishment only 40 or 50 hammocks went up which left us with plenty of room to swing our hammocks to our hearts content ;) We were due to leave at 1pm but didn´t end up leaving until 4pm which meant we would have a late arrival in Manaus. Our neighbours seemed very nice through our sign language we spoke, ... read more

So the next day we were planning to head out into the jungle, Regi had promised me a full week in the jungle, and I could hardly wait. It was a really hot day, as usual, but I did my exercises, as I did most days. We had a few beers in the afternoon as we got provisions and had dinner in the “restaurant”. We headed out into the jungle at night, and spent about 4 hours jogging through the bush, jumping over giant tree stubs and logs with our flashlights. Regi’s acute perception of the jungle and all its details was astounding. He noticed every detail and sound, despite the darkness. He knew when something was out of place or moving about, even in the darkness and the scurry of our pace. He would pause ... read more

Having been there now for several days, I realized I had to get the rest of my stuff that was still back at Cida’s place in Manaus. The poor girl had thought I was coming back after my “4-day” tour at the posada. She obviously didn’t know me…. I felt bad cause I spent just one night there and never came back, and that was not my intention. So it was time to take a trip there and get the rest of my stuff. Also, my Brasilian visa was up in a couple of days, and therefore I had to pay a visit to the federal police in order to renew it. Luckily Regi’s parents were planning to go to the city the next day in their tiny boat and so I could hitch a ride. ... read more

PART 2 - THE JUNGLE POSADA Off we went on the boat to see the “meeting of the waters” where the black Rio Negro, meets the yellow Soa lemoines to form the great river Amazonas. The tour guide only spoke Portuguese and the tourists only English, so as usual I became the official translator- dammit!! I say that these discounts are well deserved!!! It would be too cumbersome to describe all the tourists, but most of them, lovely faces from lovely places, except this one carra de cannon- a girl that couldn’t stop frowning and looking at me with distain- she finally blurted out she was jealous because I spoke 5 languages, and she only spoke 4... my god- get a grip girl! Who the hell cares... It was because I was obviously speaking Portuguese most ... read more