Hotel Graop Para Belem
Av. Presidente Vargas, 718 Belem, State of Para, Brazil
Travel Blogs Nearby
Amazon, nice to meet you!!
... bus. So we got to a computer and checked flights and lucky for us got two cheap flights to Santarem that night. We got breakfast in a supermarket and decided that it looked a short walk into town from the bus station, WRONG!!! One hour later we made it into town where we walked into a pharmacy to avail of their air conditioning....mighty weather for hay in Belem!!!
From there we made our way down to ...
Beaches and Buffalo
... while Martin had to race back to the hostel, again in a taxi, pack our bags and race back to the terminal again. It was a complete mess, but four expensive taxi rides later we made it by the skin of our teeth and boarded the three hour ferry to Ilha de Marajo.
Marajo is an island the size of Switzerland that sits within the bay of the Amazon river where it meets the Atlantic. There are more buffalo and bicycles than cars on the island ...
Packing up my hammock
... in drove the man's elderly parents and extended family. We were greeted as long-lost friends and it seemed likely that we could be invited the share in the luxurious joint of meet I could see calling out to me from the counter. After the meals by numbers of the boats my mouth moistened at the thought of my first Brazilian barbecue... But spoil-sport vegetarian Marilia was not keen on this idea so the hotel owner took us on by car to a slightly ...
Lost in translation, papai
... speakers and they will never truly understand me because i am a non-native spanish or portuguese speaker.
there is a desire to relate, share interests, enjoy company, have a good time, of course all that and more, but the true understanding of a person i think really entails speaking their language. and yes there is the idea that no one is ever truly or fully understood, because even with language, words cannot fully convey our life and how or who we are. ...
Hammock time (can´t touch this)
... baldy out of Benny Hill, he loves to swing his hammock wildly all thru the night, setting the next 4 hammocks a swinging. At 6am we sit bolt upright as the woman selling breakfast tickets drags her table into place right next to us.
We´re warmly welcomed by our new friends on the hammock deck, who keep an eye on our kit as we go walkabout and talk to us incessantly, albeit in portuguese. We´ve picked up a bit of the lingo by now so can at ...


