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Wandering around Sanya

I left at 5 for Sanya on Hainan island. There was only one bus a day and it wasn't too comfortable. I was already regretting coming to this place with no train station.

In the middle of the night, we had to get off the bus and take the ferry to Hainan. When they build the bridge there, it will be much beter because it really is a time consuming process. You have to go through two passport checks and a metal detector, which isn't even properly supervised. The alarm went off on me and no one even glanced up from their cell phones.

Anyway, I found a dark corner of the boat and slept there on my blanket. It's another few hours to the bottom of the island, and when we got there, I tried to take the bus to Dadonghai, where most of the hostels were. The ticket lady seemed to say I could walk there, but I quickly realized that I couldn't. I strolled down the beach with all my stuff for a few hours and still didn't know where I was. I asked some fishermen who pointed to a place at least another two hours away, so I gave up my trek, bought a coconut and hopped on a bus that would drop me off just around the corner from my hostel.

I bought some fruit for lunch and the nice fruit man showed me where to go. I was exhausted and so I took a shower and flopped down on my bottom bunk.I slept a lot of hours and went looking for wenchang chicken. I found a place that served it, but they only brought me cabbage. I ate all the cabbage, but the chicken never came. I had pointed to the picture on the menu and everything. I left extremely disappointed. The Russian waiter even spoke moderately good english, so I have no idea what happened there.

On the way bac, I picked up a beer and some creepy, tatooed, 30 year old Canadian guy abruptly stopped his pool game to sit down and talk to me. Later some girl called him and I listened to himexplain how he would never see her again for 15 minutes. I rolled my eyes, pointed to my watch and went to bed. Later I overheard him playing the "never have I" drinking game with a bunch of other douchebags at 4 a.m. Every statement revolved around something sexual as he tried to get the women to drink more and more. It makes me sad to see bad foreigners, but it's even more sad when they are your compatriots.

Ferry waiting room

Ferry waiting room


Ferry to Hainan

Ferry to Hainan


Sanya

Sanya

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No sleep till Sao Paulo

Some gay guys offered to take me to their house and wait for the bus. I thought it was at 6 a.m., so we waited until 5:30 to go. Turns out it left at 5:30 and I got there half an hour late. Crap.

I had to wait five more hours until the next one. I walked around and bought some brigadieros to bring home.

I slept all the way back to Sao Paulo, three or four hours, solid. No sleep last night really makes sleeping on the bus easier.

I bought 70 reis worth of pastries to bring home on impulse, we'll see how well they travel.

I took the bus to the airport and found a hotel with a shuttle nearby for only 150 reais. I slept like a baby.

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Got kicked out at 2 a.m.

We were staying with Franciele's friend Hudson and he was kind enough to make us smoothies for breakfast.

We went hiking up a hill that had a version of Cristo Redentor. I thought it was better than in Rio actually.

I was feeling quite sick, so I was huffing and puffing and sniffling all the way up the hill. Of course I was at the back and moving slowly.

Hudson decided to take it upon himself to tell me how to breathe. Yes, I understand. At first, I just shrugged it off and said, "Thanks but I'm sick and I know I'm slow."

But this wasn't enough for him, he came to the back of the line and started to play really annoying loud trance music from his phone.

I stopped and told him I didn't want the music and asked him to move to the front as politely as I could in the small Portuguese I knew. He wouldn't budge. I felt forced to threaten to leave, which I had no qualms doing because I knew the way back anyway. Finally he went to the front and he made his brother go to the back, heaven knows, if women didn't have men guarding them all the time, what would happen. Then I started complaining about how I'm not an idiot and don't need to be told how to breathe, thank you very much, and I'm sure he heard it all.

When we got to the top, of course the two "men" whipped their shirts off. So unnecessary. Alfonsina asked me how I was feeling and I mumbled something about the annoying shirtless men and Franciele defended them saying it's normal here in Brazil. Yeah guess what, I don't have to find it acceptable. After that point, I knew she was pissed at me for bitching out her friend.

The rest of the time I was quite quiet, unsure of how to act from then on. I was offered lunch but refused, feeling sick and queasy. I was sorry that Franciele was pissed, but not sorry that I bitched out Hudson, so I didn't know what to do at all.

We went to the beach after eating some cake and coffee. It was really nice and I wished it was warmer. Alfonsina and I almost lost Franciele's dog, but she came running back again as soon as her mom started calling for her.

We went back to the blues festival and it was better than the night before. My ear infection was coming back so again, I didn't feel much like dancing or drinking. I just sat down on the ground and enjoyed the music.

When it was time to go, we lost Alfonsina. She was in a quiet corner talking to an old hippy man. We went back home as soon as we found her. On the way home, Hudson was hammered, and started talking to me really aggressively, leaning over into my face. I just looked out the window, not saying anything. I have no idea what he was saying at all and Franciele and Alfonsina wouldn't translate. I asked if it was something rude and they said yes.

Then, when we got to the door, he blocked the way to me. Franciele and Alfonsina were already inside. He was yelling something in my face I didn't understand. The only thing I could understand was "OH AND NOW YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME!"

"Actually yes, I don't understand you, but I feel like you want me to leave. So please, let me get my things and I will go."

As I was packing, he decided that I shouldn't go. Well, sir, you do not have control over me, and I am not at your mercy. I refuse to be manipulated like this, what did he want me to do, grovel at his feet? No thank you, so I left and dragged my suitcases to the nearest pousada. It was disgusting for 80 reals so I sad no thank you to that also. I went to the main plaza, which had nice bars on the sidewalk. I saw Hudson's brother there, great. He was laughing at me. Awesome. It was 2 a.m. and your brother kicked me out of the house. I told him not to talk to me.

Cristo in Iguape

Cristo in Iguape


View of Iguape

View of Iguape


View of Iguape

View of Iguape


Boat on the beach with Pagu

Boat on the beach with Pagu

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So tired

I stayed in bed all morning, feeling way too sick to go outside in the cold.

Noon came around and I was getting kicked out of my room. Franciele still wasn't there. I had to go out and walk around. I visited the museum which has a giant shark in it and not much else.

The architecture was lovely once again. It's the oldest settlement in Brazil, settled in the early 16th century.

I saw the fat guy sitting around smoking and drinking guarana pop. He asked me what happened and I just told him the truth obviously. I was sick and it was quite obvious. I was wandering around shivering and blowing my nose in a stolen toilet paper roll.

I went looking for a hammock but couldn't find one. I kept checking my emails for Franciele but there was no sign of her. Finally at 3 pm she said she was coming. At 3:30 they were there!

I was reunited with all my stuff again. Not happily, I would say. It's freaking heavy. At least I had some clean pants.

We drove to her friend's house where we were staying the night. There was a blues festival that weekend so we went to that after dinner of homemade frittata.

I couldn't drink and everyone around was stupid drunk. I was freezing cold the whole time. When the show was over I felt relieved, but they all wanted to go to a house party. It was close by so I agreed to go. However, it was not really inside the house and it was also freezing. I borrowed Francieles sleeping bag and wore it like a cape.

Eventually they got tired of the sartaneja music and we went home. I thought I would die.

Cananeia

Cananeia


Cananeia

Cananeia


Shark

Shark


Iguape

Iguape

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Going to Cananeia

Franciele brought my four bags to Cananeia for me which was awesome.

When I woke up in the prostitute house, I went to the main bus station. I found out too late that it was the wrong one. I went as quickly as possible to the barra funda bus station, which was the correct one.

Originally, I was hoping to catch the 9:30 bus which is direct but by the time I got there, 10 minutes before departure time, the bus was completely full.

A crazy fat man wearing flip flops and socks standing behind me was very angry at this, so of course I befriended him and we took the next bus to Cananeia together. He lives there half of the time and half the time in São Paulo.

When we got to town we met his cousins and had a pizza. He sent me to a pousada and forced me into a taxi. Earlier I had promised to meet him the next day but at that point I was once again feeling manipulated, so I decided not to go.

The pousada was probably nice in the summer but the owner put me in a room without any glass in the windows. There were only shutters. I tried to sleep but I found it was too cold, and I couldn't.

I went and found the owner and told him to put me in another room. He tried to tell me all Brazil was like this, but of course that's a complete lie, I have windows in my house, as you know. Finally he put me in a room with actual windows.

I fell asleep quickly after that. Happy that Franciele was coming in the morning.

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Shopping and flying day

I decided to buy some stuff to bring home, but I thought it would take all day. I found what I wanted immediately (some bowls and necklaces, not really a tall order) and on the way to lunch, I saw a hair salon full of bored stylists. So of course, I had an impulsive hair cut. My hair was an absolute rat's nest after all the beaches and the lack of conditioner at the end of the trip. She cut a big chunk off the ends and I think she gave me a moisture treatment too. All for 35 reals. Sweet.

With my straightened out glossy hair, I went out to a fancy fish place for cupuacu, the Amazon's biggest fish. It was also fantastic, with crazy buttery potatoes on the side. I really need to hit the track when I get out of here! Blarg!

The bus to the airport was not far from the restaurant, so I walked over and caught one pretty quickly.

I had the strangest feeling walking into the modernist building in the middle of the jungle. I had been engulfed in chaos for so long, that maybe I forgot what it was like to be in a regimented and meticulously organized place.

I felt out of place, perhaps like Pocahontas in England. Everything seemed strange and new. My eyes disbelieved the clean floors and sparkling glass displays with products arranged in neat rows for sale. The shiny gems, designer clothes and beautifully packaged souvenirs were a little too much to handle so suddenly. I wasn't sure if this feeling would fade with time, but it was a little jarring and a little worrisome.

I got to Sao Paulo late at night and no one at the Tam Airlines desk would help me with my partial refund of the trip to Curitiba. I couldn't believe they wouldn't phone anyone at the main office in the United States to clarify what was going on with it. Amazing.

I found a hostel that I thought was near the bus station. It turned out to actually be a strip club. I don't know why. The people at the strip club didn't know what hostel I was talking about so they sent me to a prostitute hotel. Fine whatever, I'm tired, it's 50 reals and clean. There was even a little cupboard that spins to the outside, so that you could put money (drugs?) in there and spin it around to give it to the lady before she let you inside. I guess that's kind of convenient for them, but creepy for me.

I would also like to say that I have observed prostitute hotels in many cities and the ones in Sao Paulo are the loudest.

Manaus market

Manaus market


New haircut

New haircut


New haircut

New haircut


Cupuacu

Cupuacu


Me vs. cupuacu

Me vs. cupuacu


Frog necklace

Frog necklace

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Back to Manaus

We boated and drove back to Manaus after lunch and arrived back at the hostel at 4 p.m. where I met some nice ladies who were going out to the jungle the next day. I helped them decide what to take and warned them about high expectations. The older woman from London worked at an NGO and so I gave her my card in case she knew about any reliable volunteer teaching positions.

She was interesting because she's been doing international relations forever and now works for a trust deciding how to allocate funds all over the world.

After all that talking, I was too tired to go and get food so I just passed out at about 9.

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Disappointing jungle

I woke up super early and did a bunch of laundry because I literally had nothing to wear that didn't smell like a drunken hobo.

After breakfast, we went for a walk in the jungle and I was extremely disappointed. Anyone could tell this was not "virgin rainforest" as advertised on their website. The ground was covered in dry leaves and detritus. Everyone knows that healthy ecosystems don't have any waste lying around like this. Everything is interconnected and in perfect balance. I could even still see the sun! Ilha do Mel had better jungles than the Amazon did.

While it was quite interesting, I ate a larva that tasted like coconut who lives in a tropical nut. We saw where cicadas live and grow, a lot of termites, some bats and our guide made us all souvenirs from palm fronds.

I asked him later if I could skip the camping part, because he told us the jungle would be the same. I'd rather stay in the lodge and not get eaten by mosquitoes, instead of staying in another hammock for 170 reais per night. Also, I'd have to deal with the British guy again. Group tours are definitely not for me. From this day forward, I vow to you, never again. Probably. Unless it's absolutely necessary. Maybe

So, I planned to go home and get a refund for the last two days plus my airport transfer. At least there was that.

For lunch, they cooked our wonderful piranha. It was thick and very oily. So fresh and good.

I took one of the row boats with a French guy Luc and as we paddled around nonchalantly, we saw some monkeys and even a dolphin came to see what we were doing.

When the rest of everyone left for their camp in the woods, I stayed there at the lodge. Another guide came out paddling with me and I tried to speak Portuguese with him as we watched the stars. Again, some curious dolphins circled around us as we drifted down the river.

All in all, the Amazon tour was not a bad experience, but it was definitely not a jungle. It was a good opportunity to see an imbalanced ecosystem and have a nice rest by the river (in stifling heat but still). The whole thing felt like just another trip to someone's cottage in Muskoka to me, actually.

Sunrise

Sunrise


Cicada house

Cicada house


Acai tree?

Acai tree?


Termites?

Termites?


Termites

Termites


Take a break by this swamp guys!

Take a break by this swamp guys!


Piranha vs. me

Piranha vs. me


Piranha

Piranha


On the boat with Luc

On the boat with Luc


Moonlight

Moonlight


Moonlight

Moonlight


Jungle lodge

Jungle lodge

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To the jungle

I met "Tarzan" in the morning and we went off with two couples; a French one and a British guy visiting his Brazilians girlfriend. He immediately irritated me. He was constantly mansplaining things to her, even stuff about Brazil. It makes me cringe now, so we'll just skip him.

By the time we got to the lodge, it was lunch time, so we ate some delicious fish and I met this guy Vincent who actually lived in Iksan for eight years. I took a minute to actually verify that I heard what he said correctly.

"You mean Iksan, near Jeonju and Gunsan?" I shook my head in disbelief.

"Yep."

"Holy crap, that's so cool!"

So we spent a few hours reminiscing and talking about all the English teachers we knew. He left the year before I got there, so we knew a few of the same people. Crazy world.

Then we went piranha fishing and when the British guy caught a good one, he threw it back and wouldn't share. "Fetch your own," he said. Wow, OK, you don't exist to me now.

After what seemed like an eternity, we brought back our catch, of which Ben didn't contribute to.

By then, it was dinner time, so I ate and played some cards with the French people. I was surprised at how much I could communicate with my elementary school vocabulary.

After dark, we went looking for caiman. Our guide caught one with his bare hands to show us his weird three eyelids and we watched as the terrified reptile swam off into the night when Luis let him go.

Boat to the jungle

Boat to the jungle


Another boat

Another boat


Flooded forest

Flooded forest


Some piranhas we caught

Some piranhas we caught


Some more piranhas we caught

Some more piranhas we caught

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Going around with Christian

I had breakfast early in the morning. I never sleep longer than six hours on the new drugs, so I was already a little tired from waking up to take them.

There was a lovely rooftop terrace, so I got a nice spot in the shade and enjoyed some fresh fruit and a ham panini. Suddenly and older Colombian man sat down beside me and we began to have a surprisingly deep conversation for 7 a.m. in the morning. These are my favourite kinds of people, so I invited him to come with me for the day. I wanted to see a replica rubber plantation and he wanted to meet some colleagues at the university.

We went out to the rubber house first, which meant we took a very long bus and a boat to get there.

I had never seen anybody extract rubber before, so this whole trip was well worth it to me. Even though the workers received payment for the rubber they produced, virtually all of it went back to the company store. Does it sound familiar? What a terrible life filled with violence and uncertainty.

The workers would collect the rubber into large balls, which were smoked and surprisingly bouncy while still being surprisingly heavy. Fun to play with now, but they must've been a huge burden back then. Once again, another example of corporate slavery to keep the military complex and the comfortable middle class worldwide afloat.

My new friend Christian became friends with a random tour guide and he drove us to the beautiful beach nearby. There were more buses to get to UFAM, our next stop. By the time we got there, it was lunch. I got an "X-Tudo", which was just a bunch of processed meat and cheese on a bun and shoved into the panini maker. Delicious.

Christian went to find his colleagues, but they weren't very receptive to him. They told him to come back when they called him, but they never did. Typical, right?

Anyway, we went back and took a nap. Christian reminded me about Joshua and I realized he didn't have any references, so I thought maybe I shouldn't go into the wilderness with him. I cancelled and booked a "jungle" tour leaving the next day, with the company next to the hostel: Amazon Tarzan Tours. I should've taken a clue from the cheesy name, but it was cheap and it didn't seem to matter at the time. I paid the fee of 920 reals for five days in the forest, including airport transfer.

I met Christian again, because I thought there was another show at the theatre. It didn't' look so good when we got there, so we went for some tacos and then to bed.

Rubber plantation

Rubber plantation


Ball of rubber

Ball of rubber


Church for rubber farmers

Church for rubber farmers


On another boat

On another boat


Rubber harvest

Rubber harvest


Smoking the rubber

Smoking the rubber


Rubber plantation

Rubber plantation


Ferry dock

Ferry dock


Ponto Negro beach

Ponto Negro beach


X-tudo

X-tudo


Teatro Amazonas

Teatro Amazonas


Church

Church


Teatro Amazonas

Teatro Amazonas


Tacos

Tacos

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Moved to the hostel

So I went to the hospital which was amazingly efficient and fast. I got yet another prescription for anti biotics. The third one.

They also tried to give me some sort of iv, but I just panicked before they could put it in my arm and I took off like a gazelle into the grasslands. I don't know why, I just freaked out.

So from there I needed some sort of stability and I found myself at hostel Manaus. The same place that I looked at the tours to compare prices yesterday. They remembered me and gave me a bed in a dorm all by myself. It was wondrous.

I slept the rest of the day and woke up to go out for some cadeira de tambaqui, fish soup basically. It was awesome and I ate with some Chinese tourists who were also going to the orchestra.

They bought a giant barbecued tambaqui and we went to the theatre together.

The theatre is very interesting because all the box seats are free and the floor seats are about $7. We managed to get some free seats and I really enjoyed the performance. The sound in the old theatre was fantastic and the musicians were perfect of course. They played americano, west side story and rhapsody in blue.

I walked home along streets that were deserted at 9:30 pm! Amazing how a city of 2 million can be so empty. All the pharmacies were closed and my ear was killing me again. Finally I found one and picked up more medication. I fell asleep quickly again of course.

Amazing peanut smoothie

Amazing peanut smoothie


Tambaqui

Tambaqui


Teatro Amazonas

Teatro Amazonas


Teatro Amazonas

Teatro Amazonas

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Tried to find an Amazon tour

My god do I hate it here.

We arrived in Manaus at about 9 am. I went straight for the tourist information centre because I foolishly thought they could help me book a tour or find my couchsurfing host or something.

First I asked for the company Franciele told me about. They told me where to go but it seemed like the wrong company. They were very pushy, so I ran back out and then back to the tourism office. I asked to make a local call and they said they had no phone. I asked for wifi and they had no idea where I could get some. They didn't even have any maps of the area. Seriously what is this farcical office for then?

The pizza place next door even refused to sell me a pop and allow me to use the wifi because they weren't supposed to be open for another 30 minutes. Why don't you lock the door then genius?

The police officer kindly let me call my couchsurfing host. He wasn't there so I went looking for wifi. I told the four (!!!) people working at the tourism office that this is the worst tourism office I have ever seen. Overstaffed and no help at all. One of them followed me to see where I was going, for what purpose I don't know.

I went to a small cafe because by now it was time for lunch. She had wifi no problem. I messaged a guy (Joshua) who invited me to take a tour with him (for money of course, even couchsurfing is not free in Manaus, more on this later)

He came to meet me at the cafe and he had some reasonable prices, although higher than someone Portuguese could have found, I know. I was just tired and wanted to find my host. I agreed to meet Joshua on Saturday morning for my Amazon tour.

Just to make sure, I went to the hosteling international place, who also have tours. I was happy that they cost way more than Joshua's. So I just decided to trust him.

I went back to the bus, mildly satisfied with Joshua. It took about an hour and a half to get to my host adainor's house. He had the fakest smile I'd ever seen and when I said I was going on a tour on Saturday he told me he had tours too. He handed me a paper with a bunch of rules for his house and also a list of the tours he provides. Who doesn't give tours in this town? My god. I was ready to leave. It would've been nice if he mentioned this was a high pressure sales tactic before I came so far on the bus in the 33 degree heat.

I wasn't about to pay for a tour on a lake, especially without meals (the "brochure" explicitly stated that he doesn't provide food) and only a dirty mattress to sleep on the floor. I didn't agree to anything but I let him think I would though.

I went for a walk to buy some fruit to share with him as a sort of good will offering, and also to think by myself about the circumstances.

Adainor is a pastor. He has his own independent church and they were having a prayer meeting that night. He manipulated me into going to it with some guilt tactics. "Oh do you go to church much?" Etc. I told him that I did when It was convenient for me, but it's awkward because I don't speak Portuguese and he said don't worry there's an English bible there. Great.

So I went because I had nothing else to do anyway. It was so boring and everyone shook my hand at the end. Maybe they thought they were getting a share of the tour money.

After that we went on a "night walk" through the depressing village. I really really don't mind spending my money in small poor villages, in fact it's one of my favourite things to do. But this time I felt manipulated and cheated. Nothing was explained on his profile, none of his references mentioned his tour guide service. He only said how much he liked to "help" people. I went to bed uncomfortable and trying to find a way out of this strange situation without having an outburst on anybody.

Interestingly, and a little conveniently, my earache started up again. At 3 am I woke up with a stabbing pain in the side of my head. I'd have to find a doctor in the morning. At least I had an excuse to get out now I guess.

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Another day on the river

I honestly couldn't tell you what happened today. I stayed in my hammock watching movies I saved on my iPod and listening to the count of monte cristo audio book.

The family beside me continued to be annoying. One time the mother stuck her gigantic ass in my face for a joke. Everyone thought it was so funny. So I kicked her in the butt really hard. She punched me back in the shoulder. I pretended not to notice and went back to sleep. Her friends stopped laughing then.

All the shit on the floor

All the shit on the floor

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Another terrible boat

When we woke up, Daniella had a message from her friend that was also going to Manaus. He said that the boat would leave at noon, not 2 pm like I thought. So, we went to meet him directly at the docks. We had planned to go out for lunch but that wouldn't be happening unfortunately.

Daniella's sister volunteered to drive me around, stopping to look at the Tapajos and Amazon rivers colliding in front of the city and also to help me buy my ticket for the ferry. We said goodbye at the main market in town, where their friend (whose name I can't pronounce) helped me find stuff.

That guy couldn't speak any English, even though he said he was taking lessons at school. He rushed me back to the boat even though we had set up our hammocks already in a prime location and we were still two hours early for departure. Strange.

When we got back the boat was packed full of hammocks, including a huge old woman who spent her time swinging her hammock and colliding into mine.

I decided to move. I saw a big empty space but some jerks had spread their stuff all over the floor so no one hung their hammock there. I decided I would move their luggage and stay there, it was really unfair. Predictably the woman in charge of the pack started yelling at me. I even heard her say she wanted to cut my hammock down. I just laid down and slept. They found someone to speak nonsensical English to me and there was no way to understand any word he was saying so they just moved their crap out of the way, like they should have done at the beginning of this whole thing.

I guess I was hungry because I ate most of my cheese and crackers that day already. Oops.

I spent the rest of the day and night finally finishing Clarissa harlowe. Yessss!

One of my ideas was to possibly sleep on the top deck of the boat, but at around 8 pm a crazy sandfly attack happened. They covered the floor, committed suicide against the lights and clogged up the sinks. I found some still fluttering in my hair as I got ready for bed. Disgusting.

Tapajos and Amazon

Tapajos and Amazon


Tapajos and Amazon

Tapajos and Amazon


Tapajos and Amazon

Tapajos and Amazon


Tapajos and Amazon

Tapajos and Amazon


Tapajos and Amazon

Tapajos and Amazon


Tapajos and Amazon

Tapajos and Amazon


Tapajos and Amazon

Tapajos and Amazon


Tapajos and Amazon

Tapajos and Amazon

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Couchsurfing in santarem

My couchsurfing hosts came to meet me in alter do chao and we took a little boat to the island in the middle of the lake. There's just a few bars there, so we had some and then went swimming for a bit.

They were so different from my last hosts, treating each other like little delicate flowers. They were cute.

When we went home I helped them make lunch and we watched 3096 days a movie about kidnapping.

After that it was cooler and dark. We strolled along the waterfront and had some coconuts for dinner.

That night I had a dream that my ex boyfriend kidnapped my mom. Go figure.

Me and Daniella

Me and Daniella


Alter do chao

Alter do chao


Alter do chao

Alter do chao


Alter do chao

Alter do chao


Alter do chao

Alter do chao

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