Brazil

(Please note it takes ages to downlad photos on this blog so we will be adding more photos to enrties on after we have posted them)

From Manaus we ventured into the jungle overnight. We reached our jungle camp by a 3 hour bus journey then motor boat. The camp was made entirely from wood, no electricity and employs only local people. As it's the rainy season there was only us and 1 German traveller staying there. This meant that we had the luxury of our own guide. During rainy season the water level is 7-8 meters higher than in the dry season. This means that the trees are either underwater or just their tops are out. We took a canoe through the canopy of the flooded forest, which in some places so dense that our boat only just made it through. We saw cappuchin monkeys and caimen, but this was nothing to the excitement of Antonio, our guide, to the grey squirrel we saw! On the way back from the forest, it rained jungle style i.e. hard and long. There was a wall of rain behind us on the water approaching faster than we could row away until inevitably we got drenched.

At night we went out again by canoe alligator spotting. They find the alligators by the red reflected by the eyes from a tourch beam. Our guide was able to find a baby alligator in the pitch dark at 100 meters and even managed to scoop it up into our boat so that we could see it up close.

The following day we went for a long trek into the jungle and were shown, Ray Mears style, the medicinal uses of all the plants. There's a tree thats sap smells like vicks sinex! We got to drink from a vine and even have a go with the machete. There's these ants that if you get them to cover your hand and then rub them in quickly before getting bitten, they act as mosquito repellent. Unfortunately the camera was playing up and Dan had to keep his hand in a bit longer than advisable so has a few small bites! The whole trip was really enjoyable.

We also went to see the meeting of the waters in Manaus, where the black and white rivers meet, but don't mix for 10km. It's really strange and there's even a big difference in temperature.

The next morning we took our first flight which has brought us a few hundred km closer to Peru, but still a few hundred km and 2 sleeper bus journeys away. We hope to make it into Peru sometime this week and will probably head to Cusco as our first stop.

Our arrival into the city of Belem, the gateway to the mighty Amazon River was made with out incident apart from it being May 1. It turns out that that they don’t round all bank holidays up to the Friday or Monday so we found every thing shut on a Thursday apart from our hotel. It being May Day we find a large protest march running through the city. Sores of people waving reds flags, chanting and wearing red noises with cops in full riot gear looking menacingly on. We never did find out what was going on but it all ended peacefully enough.
After a night we made our move to the river boat that would be our home for the next 6 nights. It was only supposed to be four nights but this is how things work in the Amazon apparently. The boat had three decks. The bottom for cargo, the middle for people in hammocks and the top was a makeshift bar. The middle deck was full by the time we set off three hours late. About 80 hammocks cramed into a space made for half that number. We were at the end of this hammock line but still had people in very close quarters Hammocks were strung above and below each other all through out the deck. You got to know your neighbors very well. We were well fed for the 7 days we were on the boat albeit the meals were the same very day. The showers and toilets were a bit grim but nothing too bad even though you were sharing them with everybody else.

Nothing prepares you for how beautifully amazing the Amazon River is. It can be so wide that you are sure you are out at sea only seeing the faintest line of trees in the distance. You are also surrounded by dense jungle on either side with the odd clearing every now and again for a few small houses. Kids as young as 4 or 5 would row out to the boat to play in the wake or get a small gift thrown by one of the passengers.
7 days on a boat is not as boring as it first may sound. There is always something to look at. We would see pink river dolphins almost every day, toucans, macaws and a world of bugs would greet you in the night. You could also just chat everybody else on the boat. My Portuguese is a little better because of it. We also acted as makeshift babysitters on a few occasions. I don’t think I’ll forget little Gabriel and his mother who we nicknamed “trouble” for reasons we haven’t got time to mention in this entry.
I would recommend this trip to any one who loves a bit of adventure. It was a experience I for one will never forget.

There is a warning that comes with this city, which is not to enter the sea further than a paddle as you'll be got by sharks. There have been 19 fatal shark attacks in the last 15 years and over 30 other 'shark incidents', whatever they may be... So we've not been to the beach here and have stuck to hanging out in the city, which incidentially has the highest murder rate in Brazil... It does say that as tourists we're much more likely to get mugged or pickpocketed than murdered or got by sharks though, so that's encouraging.

Other than that it's a nice enough place and the people are really friendly. We leave tomorrow to head further up the coast towards Belem, where our Amazon adventure begins. After this we're going to head into Peru. We're hoping we can pick up a cheap flight, as otherwise it could involve several days on a bus.

We went to a ceramic sculpure garden of Francisco Brennand yesterday - 'sexualised earthworms' was the description given to some of the sculptures. When we finally sort out our site for sharing all our holiday snaps you'll be abe to see for yourselves. It was a way out of town so we had to get a taxi and we even found our taxi driver wandering amid the sculptures with a bemused look on his face.

We've just been round a shopping centre which until recently was the local prison and all the shops are in the cells.

Very much enjoying the local customs of cake for breakfast and if it's a bank holiday, beer.

To look at our photos, the website is http://dansue3.shutterfly.com

This entry may be a little hard to explain...

Candomble is a type of religion/spirituality that occurs throughout Bahia. Last night we went to a ceremony in one of the Favellas here. We were accompanied by a tour guy from the favella and a motley collection of 7 other travellers. Being a bit sceptical that we may be visting a 'show' put on for the benefits of us tourists soon disappeared when we arrived at a small house where it seemed the entire local community were crammed, and a scattering of us tourists.

I was seated with the women and Dan the men. There was lots of drumming and singing (some cracking tunes infact) and several people went into a trance assisted by the lead guy who shook bells at them and an older lady whose job it was to make sure their cigars stayed lit throughout. Those in the trance disappeared upstairs and returned some time later in different dress. They wandered though the audience to more singing and drumming then stood in a line whilst everyone went up individually and were 'cleansed' of evil that inflitrates all of us. I declined to go up as not having the first idea what was going on at the time I felt it could have been a bit superficial and tokenistic to try to somehow take part. Everyone who was there, young and old took part with many people being profoundly affected by the experience.

From doing some research and visiting a couple of local musems it appears that these ceremonies happen sproadically throughout the year and at specific houses. As many of the people in Salvador have their roots in slavery, their ancestory is largely unknown. The homes in which these ceremonies take place are grouped into areas where people belive their ancestors were from e.g. areas of West Africa. The guys who go into the trance-like state connect with these ancestors and thus connect them with the people attending.

As well as having religious and spiritual roots, Candomble appears to also have a role in connecting communities together and in providing ancestory and roots that were taken when people were enslaved.

One of the local colleges with the local community has mapped back ancestory where it can and tried to put names and faces to the ancestory of some of these houses.

As I say, hard to explain, but a fascinating and moving experience.

Salvador

Dan introducing the shin kick into Caipoiera

What a eventful Island this turned out to be. After a short ferry crossing we arrived at the car-less, except for a fire truck and a rubbish cart, main village on the island. I got a lift with one of the cars but more on that later.
We had decided to camp on the island and soon found a site that would rent us a tent for not very much. We didn’t have any thing to lie on so the owner gave us a few blankets in the hope it was more comfortable than sleeping on the hard sand. It wasn’t but you soon get used to it. There was only two others camping, a Brazilian couple who were both veterans of the isalnd and the camp site. Carlos could speak English was happy to invite us for BBQ and some of his killer home made cocktails. It soon became apparent that he was after a drinking partner for the night and I was more than happy to oblige. Fuelled by his cocktails we all swapped stories and he was keen to show off his local knowlege of the island.
The campsite also had other residents. Land crabs the size of a clenched first with one massive claw and other smaller one. They only came out at night and as it was mating season there were hundreds of the blighters! You could hear them scuttling about the tent at night, some trying to climb it. There was also a troup of wild but very friendly Marmosets. They ate fruit right out of your hand and played about the trees in the campsite. The sea life was also very good. We snorkled with more turtles, fish of all colours and sizes and even a golden spotted konga eel.
The rest of the time on the island didn’t go to well, for me at least. On our last dive of the day my on going battle with plantlife was lost again. Those of you who remember me breaking my finger peeling an orange will have more ammunition to rib me with because this time a tree got me! A branch bending into the sea with clams covering it was over hanging shoal of fish. I swam under it to see them kicked out and sliced a very clean yet very deep gash in my heel. We were a hour from the village so the boat we were on called the ambulance to pick me up on arrival. Blood was flowing and It looked very nasty but it wasn’t all that painful. The rest of the boat were horrified and fasinated at the same time.

(Wanting a souvenior photo of his injury Dan made me take photos of him while he was still bleeding all over the boat - not winning me sympathetic girlfiend of the boat award! - Sue).
The ambulance turned out to be the fire truck. They gave me a lift to what was lovingly called a hospital but was Just a very small medical centre. The medi-ceter was only 200 meters from the port so the ride was swift. The fireman even stayed to see my wound. In fact during my stiches I had a small audience coming and going, having a look , a laugh but thankfully not a poke. It was bizzare but they got the job done. I became some what of a celebity on the island after that. People were even stopping at the campsite to see me.