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Wake up go to the beach

Wissam woke me up at 4 am by shaking my hammock, telling me we were arriving at Santarem. Seriously? Unbelievable. Why so early? No idea.

The Turkish lady followed me and honestly she is probably the most dense person I've meet on this trip. She was carrying a ridiculous amount of stuff and seemed not to understand how to walk down the stairs and off the boat. She kept telling me that she was going to wait at the dock for sunrise before she went to alter do chao. And I kept asking her what she was going to wait for. She kept saying she didn't know.

I guess she got fed up with my questions and just walked away without a word. Fine good. I walked to the nearest bus stop and the first bus to stop there was going where I wanted to go. All good.

I followed a Brazilian couple to a bed and breakfast but it seemed a little expensive. So I found another nice place down the street. It wasn't far from the beach and I was just in time for breakfast.

I had breakfast with a lady from Michigan in the process of leaving her crazy Brazilian husband. He had been stalking her at the hotel. She told me about the aboriginal festival that was happening this weekend, so I spent most of the day trying to figure out where everything was happening. Quite frustrating, but interesting anyway.

The fresh water beach was amazing. I really enjoyed the clean feeling from swimming there.

In the afternoon, I saw some archery and ate a late lunch. I took a nap and when I woke up robin the lady from Michigan told me I had to go see the aboriginal dances.

Ok so I wiped my eyes and headed down there, by unlit dirt roads. I could hear the loud music, so I just kept walking, hoping there weren't any panthers in the bushes.

Waterfront

Waterfront


Avocado Popsicle

Avocado Popsicle


On the beach

On the beach

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Another day on the boat

I spent the better part of the morning hiding from the rain in my hammock. I was reading Clarissa still, but close to finishing the ninth and final volume of it! Finally!

Suddenly wissam appeared and apologized for not knocking. Haha hammock joke. He pretty much ordered me to get up and keep him company out on the deck again. The rain was dying down and he was hilarious so of course I went.

We spent the morning and afternoon observing the "anthropological experiment" in the lanchonete.

Wissam was monumentally upset about some Danish women who pretty much ignored everyone and pretended they were on some kind of royal Caribbean cruise and not this dinky river boat. I think they got on the wrong boat. They spoke to us only once, when they wanted to know which drinking water was safe. (Hint it wasn't the water in the bathroom sink) They changed clothes every few hours and took a shower in their bikinis on deck at the busiest time of day. It was quite humorous.

There was also a man with an abundance of prison tattoos, even the quintessential tear under the left eye. He was hitting on every single middle aged women in sight. I was glad I wasn't in his targets quite yet. Our Turkish friend was though, and she seemed to enjoy his broken English. *shrug* I tried to tell her he was obviously a criminal but I'm not sure she understood.

Another guy looked exactly like Clark Kent and I felt a twinge of pain and nostalgia when I came to the realization I was probably 10 years older than him. He also smoked, so I left him alone and spent most of my time with wissam laughing my butt off instead.

In case you haven't guessed, wissam is Islamic and he's also married. Imagine, an Islamic guy treating me like a human being and not just some sort of object. I think it has something to do with his happy family, but I might be wrong. There are so many awful Islamic men out there, I wish they could all be like wissam. Unfortunately most of them are sexually frustrated, treat women like pieces of garbage, especially non Islamic women, and can be classified as plain old assholes until they can rope some idiot woman into their lifestyle. I wish this wasn't the truth but it really is.

Eventually the Turkish woman came back and she sort of slowed our conversation down with her crazy eyes, unintelligible English and incessant psychopathic laugh. I was beginning to get a little worried about our adventure to alter do chao, but I pushed those instincts away, to my peril.

I went to bed early because I figured I'd have to wake up early. We were supposed to arrive in Santarem in the morning.

Various sunrise photos

Various sunrise photos


Various sunrise photos

Various sunrise photos


Various sunrise photos

Various sunrise photos


Various sunrise photos

Various sunrise photos


Selfie gone wrong

Selfie gone wrong


Slash and burn agriculture

Slash and burn agriculture


Slash and burn agriculture

Slash and burn agriculture


The lanchonete

The lanchonete


Slash and burn agriculture

Slash and burn agriculture


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos


Hammocks

Hammocks


Various Sunset photos

Various Sunset photos

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Baking on the deck

In the morning, I met another foreigner from turkey. We were going the same way, to alter do chao, so we planned to go together.

Most of the day, I stayed on the top deck, enjoying the sun and following the shade from the mast as the boat turned and the sun crossed the sky. By the end of it I was a bright red cherry, despite constant applying and reapplying my sunscreen. The sun was very strong.

People were killing time in various interesting ways. Some threw small bundles of clothes and food to local fishermen who paddled up to the side of the boat. Others were playing shuffleboard or a crude version of curling with their flip flops. Some older ladies set up a craft table, making bead decorations for their havaianas. Some drunk people played dominoes and cards and others danced to the annoyingly loud Brazilian top 40 which permeates the entire ship.

At night, we took a mattress up and watched as the countless stars slid by, to the sound of a quiet acoustic guitar.

On the deck

On the deck


Some homes

Some homes

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Omg I'm going to the Amazon!

I wanted to find a silly potion for Craig's cancer, so I went to the market and found some pills. One guy tried to sell me a bunch of weird tea but it was too bulky to bring back home.

After that it was time for lunch, and I wanted something good to eat. I headed back to the mangal das garcas. There is a fantastic lunch time buffet and you can look out on the river and mangroves while you eat an amazing five star buffet. Of course I ate too much and then felt like exploding the whole rest of the day.

On the way home, I bought some snacks for my Amazon river boat trip to Santarem. I packed up and walked on down to the docks, with my hammock bundled up in my arms.

After boarding the boat, I immediately met a Jordanian guy named wisamm who helped me hang my hammock up. He was taking a motorcycle trip around the world that helps injured Palestinian children. Www.goodwilljourney.com

He was super interesting and I could tell he hadn't spoken English in a long time. He never stopped talking.

I went to bed early, but couldn't sleep at all. Somehow I had ended up in the air conditioned room underneath a fluorescent light. It was way too cold and way too bright, I moved downstairs at about 1 a.m. Exhausted.

Hammocks

Hammocks

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A red lagoon

I woke up early and walked to the beach, but obviously it was still high tide. I couldn't get down to the other side of the island to see the other beaches. So, I waited a few hours and watched the tide go out. Finally I realized I'd probably have to swim. I put away my camera back in the room and only brought water and sunscreen. I found a good place to cross and followed some fishermen to a wide expanse of hard packed white sand with a line of beach bars which were beaten constantly by unrelenting wind.

I saw my Brazilian friends from the bus and they told me about a lagoon 40 minutes away.

"Turn right at some stuff and just keep walking, you will find it." Right. I took their advice and eventually saw a bamboo cross leading into the dunes. A small horse drawn buggy was going the same way with a young Brazilian family. Their horse kept stopping, so I kept up with them easily. The mom spoke English, so we walked together beside their horse whenever he stopped.

Finally we came to the lagoon which had burgundy coloured water due to the leaves falling from the bushes that encircled the oasis.

It was all very refreshing and clean feeling. The temperature of the water strangely alternated between uncomfortably warm to icy cool.

After a few minutes I realized I had to get back to the boat. I walked quickly back to my hotel, picked up my bag and promptly found it wasn't leaving until 4 pm.

I ate a late lunch at the small marina restaurant, the same fish, rice and beans again. You can't really go wrong with that anyway.

Eventually we sailed back to maruda and I caught a van with a very nice couple going the same way. There were no more buses. This "transport alterntivo" was the same as the vans I used to take in Vietnam. You just get on and then they pick up anyone who is waving frantically on the side of the road. This also meant the ride felt infinitely longer than the first one.

When I got back to Belem, it was once again a real hassle finding a bus. After reaching Gabriel's home, we wound down by watching some Richard Dawkins documentaries until late.

Lunch at the marina

Lunch at the marina


Getting on the boat

Getting on the boat


Boat

Boat


On the ferry

On the ferry

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To another beach

I got up real early, I thought I'd be smart. By the time I got to the bus station though, it was too late for the first bus out. This had an impact on the rest of my trip.

The second bus only left for algodoal at 9 am. By the time I got to the ferry, it was 1 pm and the tide was out. Therefore, we needed to wait 3 hours before we could leave.

It was a shame, but I had met two couples, a retired French couple and a young Brazilian couple, who relaxed and ate lunch with me by the docks. We spoke three different languages to each other but we still understood everything. Everyone spoke wonderful English but I tried to keep up with them in their languages . They had a lot of patience for my terrible French and Portuguese. It was very nice.

We all went our separate ways when we arrived at the island. There was no room at the Brazilians' pousada so the owners helped me find another cheap one. It was simple and nice and only 50 reais. Perfect.

I went straight to the beach and jumped around in the waves until it got dark. Then I bought some terrible fruit and yogurt for dinner and fell asleep while I finally finished watching inherent vice on my iPod.

Coconut for lunch

Coconut for lunch


Ferry schedule

Ferry schedule


Beach by my pousada

Beach by my pousada


Beach

Beach


Beach

Beach


Me vs beach

Me vs beach


Beach

Beach

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Around the city again

I thought I'd leave Gabrielle and mishelle to rest, so I attempted to see the museum of sacred art again. Rodrigo from yesterday told me not to go downtown because all the stores would be closed and I'd probably get robbed because no one was around. I went anyway, but left most everything at home. There weren't any sketchy people that I noticed and all the tourist places were completely empty, so to me it was the perfect day to go.

I stumbled upon a lady making tapioca and coffee in Batista campos park, so I sat for a while there and enjoyed the morning because I was too early for everything anyway.

All the museums were nice, especially the governors palace, where I got my first guided tour in English. Wow! From the old town, I went to the gem museum, which was also nice and explained the history of the search for gold in the Amazon.

By then I was starving so I went to this cheap buffet in my guidebook, shuffling through the huge crowd in praca republica for the last day of festa junina. I wasn't feeling like a festival at all at that point.

After lunch I went to the zoo, which was as sad as the zoos in China. The cages were too small, especially the ones for the jaguars. The monkeys looked pretty angry too and the river otters were freaking out because of starvation. I saw them after they were fed and they were happy then. I couldn't really stay long and I got chased out of the most interesting part, an exhibition on native Amazonian people because it closed earlier than the rest of the park.

My last stop in Belem was the enormous basilica. It looks a little like Rome in design, but the materials made it seem like a plastic version of the church it was imitating. I was just in time for afternoon mass so I stayed for that. The music was a little too pop for my taste but one song made everyone freak out. That was pretty amazing. People were actually crying in catharsis as they sang.

I said a little prayer for my boat trip and walked home a little lighter after that.

Mishelle and Gabriel couldn't go to the beach with me the next day so I made a plan to go to the furthest one I could find. There's no cars there so I thought it would be the best.

Restored church

Restored church


Museum of sacred art

Museum of sacred art


Praca de se

Praca de se


Museum

Museum


Art museum

Art museum


Governors palace

Governors palace


The governor got shot here

The governor got shot here


Governors palace

Governors palace


Art. Museum

Art. Museum


Gem museum

Gem museum


Old jail now gem museum

Old jail now gem museum


Water lilies

Water lilies


Monkey cage

Monkey cage


Monkeys

Monkeys


Alligator

Alligator


Alligator

Alligator


How many turtles do you really need?

How many turtles do you really need?


Alligator

Alligator


Huge bamboo

Huge bamboo


Basilica

Basilica


Basilica

Basilica

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Bought a crazy bathing suit

In the morning I just went out by myself and walked downtown to the museum of sacred art. As I was walking I got distracted by the bikinis and suddenly wanted to try one. They were way too small and I tried on at least 30 of them until I decided just to buy a one piece. But it had a bunch of holes in it and it's pink camouflage so I think it still counts as a crazy Brazilian bathing suit, it's just not a bikini haha.

This took many hours and by the time I got to the museum it was closed. So I went and had some lunch and then took a bus to the botanical park. I met a guy from Porto Alegre who spoke great English so I followed him. We had a nice time in the park even though there weren't as many animals or butterflies as advertised and the tower was inoperative.

From there we went to a new park they built on the riverside and had a coconut. Then we took the bus back to my place and Rodrigo had a date to go to. So we said goodbye. It was nice to talk to someone who has traveled more than I have (86 countries) and who thinks the same things about certain places in Brazil as I do. When you have more context to compare new experiences to, it really makes a difference and you can see things for what they really are. Usually not as great as people often say they are. This is because they don't have the same context. I know that sometimes it makes me sound snobbish or like a complainer but it's just because I have a different context.

There was supposed to be a party tonight but Gabriel and mishelle didn't go. So I didn't go either.

Lunch at ver o peso

Lunch at ver o peso


Vatapa

Vatapa


Iguana

Iguana


Butterflies/moths?

Butterflies/moths?


Aboriginal canoe in the amazon

Aboriginal canoe in the amazon


Boats in the amazon

Boats in the amazon


River view

River view


Boardwalk

Boardwalk

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Back to Belem

In the morning I was expecting some sort of delicious breakfast, but all I got was a cheese sandwich. Excuse me, panini. Lame.

I was kind of bored with beaches, and the beaches on this island were more polluted than even the ones I went to in Vietnam. So, after breakfast I took the first bus possible out.

This meant waiting for over an hour with the town drunk in the main "square". Square here, means a few cement benches beside the road and a bakery.

He yelled at me words incomprehensible to even fluent Portuguese speakers, I'm sure and he was astounded when I didn't understand.

I kept telling him goodbye and he'd go for a few minutes, stumbling around the Main Street only to come back in a few more. Finally he decided to spend his valuable time doing something else and he eventually stumbled away.

The bus came and I took it to Salvaterra again. It stopped in the main plaza and the driver got off. He told me he was going to soure but he didn't. I had to catch a boat there.

I walked down to what looked like the pier and there was a boat with no one on it anchored there. Some random people were taking pictures but apparently didn't need a boat. They told me to get on and wait. I was mystified. Wait for who? Where was the driver? When did it leave? But I had no choice anyway, so I did. After some 20 minutes a few more people straggled in and we left for soure.

I needed to change my ticket but the office wasn't open so I looked for something to do. Lunch was a good thing to do and I saw some euro looking people to talk to. They thankfully spoke English and were also waiting for the boat.

I ate lunch in peace by myself with a water buffalo that is a sort of mascot for the town, and then went over to talk with them until the boat came. They were a couple in the television industry who were working on a true crime show in Belem. Some guy was caught paying for murders so that he could get higher ratings for his own television crime show by reporting on them first! True story! So they were dramatizing that and it all sounded really meta and crazy. Not my kind of tv and the lady scriptwriter didn't seem to like it either.

There was a lot of rain on the way back to Belem so the boat ride was a bit bumpy. Even water was coming in through the doors.

I walked all the way back to Gabriel's house and my stuff was still in my little room but it seemed that Michelle had moved in there. I started to look for another place to stay. When Gabriel and Michelle showed up though, they told me not to go. Ok! I think I had already made everyone sick with my terrible illness, and I felt bad for all the fighting. I thought they would need time alone.

Another ferry

Another ferry


Ferry to soure

Ferry to soure


Lunch with the water Buffalo

Lunch with the water Buffalo


That's steak with cheese on it. Why am I fat?

That's steak with cheese on it. Why am I fat?

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Downhill and then uphill again

In the morning there was no breakfast (even though a sign said breakfast was 7-9 am) and the jerk only gave me 10 reais back for that "mistake". Tell me where can you get breakfast for 10 reais?

I went back to the hospital and they told me to come back at 9. When I did, the doctor gave me antibiotics finally. I'm pretty sure this should work this time.

After I bought my pills, the bus to joanes was coming down the street. I could not believe my luck. I jumped on it and for four reais they brought me up the highway to another beach. This one was about the same as the last one but there were fewer people and only one hotel/restaurant.

I ate lunch there, which wasn't as good as yesterday's lunch, but the environment was so peaceful I decided to stay the night. In the morning I would take a bus to soare, the last stop on my tour of this island.

I snoozed all afternoon with my book in a hammock and a rainbow even came out after the sprinkle of rain.

Sleeping at night though, was out of the question. The chalet was too stuffy so I had to open the window. That let all the mosquitos in. Why doesn't anyone have screens here?

Then the neighbors were really loudly having sex. We were basically sharing the same cabin with a thin wall in between. So I decided to take a shower and sing along to cherry poppin daddies at the top of my lungs. They shut up pretty fast.

Then the mosquito net on my bed didn't fit and a bunch of them got in. I got lots of bites and had to turn the light on periodically to kill them all.

I probably slept three hours all night.

The ants are fast here

The ants are fast here


On the rickety bus

On the rickety bus


Joanes beach

Joanes beach


Joanes beach

Joanes beach


Joanes beach

Joanes beach


Joanes beach

Joanes beach


Joanes beach

Joanes beach


View for lunch

View for lunch


Lunch after I ate the salad ha

Lunch after I ate the salad ha


Hammock

Hammock


In the hammock

In the hammock


Rainbow

Rainbow

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Island

I took the boat early in the morning and found myself alone getting off at Salvaterra.

I walked around in the ridiculous heat until I found a cheap hotel. At that point I was feeling good about everything And wrote this:

Sometimes traveling brings suicidal thoughts. Sometimes you literally wish you were dead. Sometimes the pain kills you and you feel like you can't take it anymore. The aches in your legs cause your whole body to collapse. The burning blisters on your feet beg for cooling relief. The pus in the back of your throat chokes you until you can't breathe. Your eyes fight sleep waiting for that next connection. You are lost, alone and no one understands a word you say. Any number of other hellish things could happen at any point in time, usually at the time you least expect it.

Other times you want to die from amazingness. Other times you get caught in the middle of a domestic dispute and infinitely thank god for getting you out of your own. You do your best to help, but in the end no one listens and you explode from ecstasy because no one can make you stay.

Other times you continue on by yourself, catching a ferry to a paradise island, landing straight in the middle of some obscure kite flying festival, searching in the scorching heat for a cheap guest house and actually find one.

Other times you eat the freshest fish, sauntering down to the beach to drink the coldest beer with your feet in the sand as traditional samba plays in the background.

Sometimes, just sometimes, things like that happen.

After that it all went downhill. I went to the doctor because my pills ran out and my ear was still killing me. I was told to come back tomorrow, after they gave me an anti inflammatory shot in the butt. There was no wifi in my hotel, even though the guy told me there was. So I had to do an interview for a new job in China outside some other hotel while mosquitoes feasted on my legs.

Continued on next post...

Ferry

Ferry


Promised land

Promised land


Fish

Fish

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Out and about

We all lazed around in the heat until lunch. Gabriel's family has a housekeeper so she made us amazing fried fish.

We went to the zoo but it was closed, so we went to another park that had monkeys and sloths in it. We only saw the monkeys.

Then we went to the docks to buy some tickets. The boat to Manaus leaves only once a week, on Wednesday, so I bought one of those. Then I needed to do something before then so I bought another ticket to an island nearby.

Michelle and Gabriel had been bickering all day about lots of things, there was some issue about a keychain that Michelle was supposed to bring from Paris but she didn't know about it so she was mad. I knew something was up. We looked all over for a keychain that might have come from Paris but couldn't find it.

When we got back to the house they got in a big fight while I was in the shower. Michelle came to my room to cry and talk about it. I invited her to come with me to the island if she needed time alone. At first she said yes but then she didn't wake up in time in the morning.

Anyway, it was Gabriel's birthday that evening so his mom ordered pizza and I tried to cheer Michelle up enough to enjoy it.

I also had an interview in China for a job I didn't want. It happened that the internet was off, so I found a neighbor and used his.

Turtles

Turtles


Jungle park

Jungle park


Monkeys

Monkeys


Monkeys

Monkeys

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To the Amazon!

I left São Luiz at night and had the most terrible time. My throat was closing in on me it was so painful I couldn't sleep. The seat I was in was so cold so I moved to the back of the bus where it was warmer. That helped and I slept on and off until the morning, when something gross was stuck in my throat and I almost puked in the bus bathroom trying to get it out. TMI whatever, it was really awful.

I arrived at least an hour late and had a difficult time trying to find my host's house. I almost cried actually because I had the wrong address for the small neighbourhood they lived in.

When I got there only the maid was around. She told me to take a shower and they will be back.

By the time I was done my shower Gabriel and his girlfriend Michelle were home and they were sooooo nice. They had been waiting for me at the park! I didn't get the message so I just went straight to their house.

They took me on a tour downtown and then we went out with their friends for sushi and tacaca soup. It was a gluey mixture of manioc and Amazonian herbs. So delicious.

Teatro do paz

Teatro do paz


Church

Church


Potions at ver dó peso

Potions at ver dó peso


Marina

Marina


Fort

Fort


Church

Church


Tacacá

Tacacá


Sushi place

Sushi place

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Alcantara

Luiz didn't really want to come on the boat with me to alcantara, so I didn't wake him up when he hit snooze on the alarm. I left quietly out the door and hopped on the first bus I saw going to the ferry.

The website said the boat was leaving at 9:30 but in reality it left at 9. So I was lucky to have gotten there early. I'm pretty sure it was also overloaded.

I got a little wet because I had to sit on the deck there were no more seats.

When we got to the island, I bought some coconut cookie ball things for breakfast. Really super sweet. Then I just started visiting all the museums etc. My book told me to go down a road with a bunch of abandoned mansions. This town used to be one of the richest in Brazil, but 100 years ago the people who lived here just left their mansions to rot. The road was jungly and quite amazing, I was beginning to have one of those sublime travel moments where I feel like an explorer. Suddenly though, a police came straight for me through the tall grass and they told me to go back. There were robbers. When I told them my book said I should look at the old houses they laughed and put me in their car. I went around on patrol with them all afternoon. They even bought me lunch! We ate takeout at the depot and then they drove me back to the dock in time for the ferry.

On the way back, the wind was strong so we sailed all the way back. It was so peaceful without the motor and I briefly questioned my career choice. Maybe I should become a skipper. But after an hour or so of watching the hypnotizing water ebb and flow, I realized actually the sea is frightening and not that peaceful and I'm probably better off on land.

Just as we were docking Luiz texted me to tell me he was going out until 7. Oh crap! The tide was out so the boat just dropped us off as close as possible to the city. That meant I wasn't too far from home. I decided to walk all the way back down the beach and by the time I would get home Luiz would be there. I was about 15 minutes away and he told me he was home! Fantastic! I moseyed on over and fell right asleep, completely missing the concerts that I had planned on attending at 11 or so.

Ferry dock

Ferry dock


From the top

From the top


Streets

Streets


Me vs coconut cookie thing

Me vs coconut cookie thing


Lucky bells

Lucky bells


Old church

Old church


Old church

Old church


Sao Joao bull

Sao Joao bull


Altar

Altar


Tiles houses

Tiles houses


Church

Church


Church

Church


Church

Church


Old mansion

Old mansion


View from police hotel

View from police hotel


Police

Police


Leaving

Leaving


On the boat

On the boat


Tide is out

Tide is out


Sunset on the walk back

Sunset on the walk back

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Sao Joao festival

I didn't manage to make it out of the house until at least 1 pm today. Luiz snoozed all morning and I cleaned up and read a book.

It was nice to finally not be in constant pain. I guess those pills worked, even if they were only painkillers.

When Luiz woke up he made us lunch and I made a salad to go with it.

Luiz had class at 2 pm so we went over there and I printed out my new contract for work. I got a nasty anonymous message from some guy on couchsurfing about how terrible it was at the university I was about to work at in September. Then a few days after that, the original school I signed a contract with pulled their offer for some reason unclear to me. It was all quite bizarre. In the meantime, my recruiter found me another job still in Guangdong but no longer on the beach (with fewer hours), so I needed to sign this new agreement and send it back ASAP.

So after doing that, and taking a photo to send to Alison my new boss, later, I went to the Centro historico to see all the museums I missed yesterday when I was busy at the hospital. Actually there was not that much to see. Some artefacts and model boats, a few churches.

Later that night was the big party for São Joao or festa junina. I waited around (without a beer!) kind of sucks to be on drugs all the time. Unless you want to buy bottled water, which I do not, there are no healthy alternatives to beer. I never really noticed how awful the choices are at these festivals. If you don't drink beer you have to drink pure sugar, funnel your money to some horrible water company or nothing. I believe soda is worse than having a beer, honestly, so I just relied on my bottle of water I brought from home.

Boats

Boats


Boats

Boats


Bones

Bones


Creepy costumes

Creepy costumes


Something about candomble

Something about candomble


Old whipping post

Old whipping post


Church

Church

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