Trip Start Jan 01, 2010
Trip End Jul 20, 2010

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Flag of Brazil  , State of Para,
Monday, July 12, 2010

    Getting to the Port of Santarem, I hopped on my boat expecting as was described an afternoon departure, well, 2 hours after our expected departure, I nestled in for the long haul, lucky I did, seeing how the boat did not leave its mooring till over 8 hours after our expected departure. Not the best way to maintain a schedule.
    The second half or leg of the amazon river boat trip was much as the first, with the exception of space. Having stopped in Santarem, I left the large boart I was on and made the switch for a much smaller and more tightly packed vessel. From 4 floors to 2, with proportionately less room and more people, yet the view became all the more impressive.
    That view would be my wake up call and my good night lullybye for the following three days, getting a warm hello in the morning as the sun would glance across the hammock, often reflecting off the river itself in all its glory and bidding farewell once dusk settled in, with stars lighting the skies as I turned my own lights out on another day on the river.
    The days consisted most often of sitting and watching the world go by, trying to fathom what life would be like living in one of the many huts speckled along the river shore, often with nothing more then a canoe to make their living and to make their way anywhere. Between those speculations of the passing world, I watched the final two games of the world cup. Brazil being out did not deter the soccer fans from heated spectating along the river. With money riding on the game, the fans grew even more intense breaking up the serene lifestyle you fell into once you stepped upon the lazy river boat for your three day adventure downstream.
    As we neared closer to the coastal region, the late afternoons took on the habit of showers, one of which, would have been better described as a downpour, with lightning and wind squalls worthy of mention. The fear factor was in place when nothing could be see except dark grey haze in all directions with rain pooring in and around your hammock in sheets and thunder bouncing off the  water in a much too close for comfort sort of way.      
    None the less, 3 days later we arrived in Belem in the evening, the town which was described to me to be one of the poorest and most dangerous towns in Brazil, not exactlty what I desired, especially not with the evening call of in the port, ports being definitely not a place to linger in the twilight hours by any means.
    The night was spent in probably the most questionable accomodation yet to date, so much so, I was up at the break of dawn planning my escape, as luck would have it, I would get a bit lethargic, bite the bullet and get the hell out of dodge looking for some beach time on a nearby island.
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