Our next port of
call is Sao Luis, a huge city of over 1 million people sitting a massive bay.
We arrive bright and early on Sunday morning. The old town is deserted and
looks like it is crumbling away. Probably better to see it busy, but at the
moment it looks like a dump with some pretty Portuguese tiles on some of the
buildings. The only busy place is the lovely Cathedral which is filling up with
people for the morning service. We don’t
stay long. There is a ferry across the bay to another old tiled town –
Alcantara. It is much prettier, but goodness knows where all the people are
hiding on Sundays. We overnight beside a pousada down near the mangroves, even
using their Wi-Fi. The next morning we are up bright & early walking on the
beach and mudflats, when we catch a glimpse of the extremely rare Scarlet
Ibis/Gurana. By the time we get the tripod set up they have flown away. Again
we use Wi-Fi until it drops out completely. No more internet & no more
Ibis…The other reason we have stopped here is to see if we can look at Brazil’s
Space Station. We drive to the entrance, but the guys with the big guns say no
way so we move on back to the main road north on our long haul to Belem a city of about 2 million sitting near the
mouth of the Amazon River.
We decide to head
right into the city to the info centre to find out about barges to Macapa on
the other side of the Amazon Delta. Our GPS isn’t a lot of use as the map cuts
out in the middle of Belem!! So we are following signs. Nearly into town we see
a port area. I go to investigate. The very helpful guard googles info about
barges/balsas and rings an agent, who comes to the port. Before you know it we
are booked onto a balsa departing the next day (Wednesday) at 6pm and arriving
in Macapa nearly 500 kms away on Friday at 10am. Enough time to get an oil
change done and tyres regrooved. We even camp for the night inside the Silnave
shipping compound. A nice secure spot with 2 guards, 6 dogs & a high fence.
Even a waterfront view and Wi-Fi when the office opens.
We have been
promised a spot at the front of the balsa, but at loading time they want us
practically right in the middle of all the trucks. John has a verbal encounter
with the guard (my hero) and we get back off the balsa until the rest are
loaded, leaving us at the front. The balsa is very full- with 7 trucks across –
a total of 28. We leave on sunset & sit on our deck chairs watching the
water and trying to chat to the truckies, except we are the only ones who speak
English. Our biggest worry is the trucks beside us running their generators
full bore. Fortunately they turn them off at 10pm and back on at 6am.
By the morning we
have reached the islands where we weave through a maze of rivers. It is great
to just sit and watch the very basic villages & river traffic glide by. We
are surprised at the number of children who paddle out to our barge in their
tiny canoes. Others even tie up to the
moving barge & come aboard to sell their prawns or produce. The truckies
throw them packets of crackers. We even get fed surprisingly good meals of
beans/meat/rice/noodles/fresh fruit. When we wake the next morning we are in
the Rio Amazona proper. It looks like a massive brown lake. As we cross we can
see Macapa & think we are arriving early. But no we continue up another
river, and then have to wait for the tide to come in more before we can
disembark. What an adventure!
A quick explore of
Macapa’s fort & Monumento Do Marco Zero on the equator (GPS reading N
0000000) and we start heading to the border of French Guiana. We have heard a
lot of scary stuff about this road & John is very concerned that if it
rains it will turn into a quagmire and become impassable. There is a long
stretch of nearly new tarseal, then roadworks. No signs, no directions, we have
to navigate through the actual roadworks. There is very little other traffic.
Then onto the red dirt road. (Fortunately dry) through some gorgeous Amazonian forest,
passing heaps of Indigenous villages.
Our highlight for
the day was seeing a sloth crossing the road. What a very cute, clumsy little
animal. We were very tempted to pick him up, but he had some very long claws.
His fur was incredibly soft. What a privilege.
After 100km of red
dirt road & 32 rickety wooden bridges we reach tarseal again. At this point
it chooses to rain – heavy rain. What great timing. Only 50km to Oipaque – a
very scruffy border town. There are signs pointing to Francesca – we follow
these to a huge bridge. They are working on the access road & it looks
usable. In fact a guy in Belem told us it had just opened. But there are no
border controls here and we need to check out of Brazil. So we proceed back to
town to find the police. Eventually our passports are stamped, but we have to
go to the other police to hand in GR2’s paperwork. We are told that the bridge
is definitely NOT open. On our way we see a petrol station & decide to fill
up (who can resist getting cheaper fuel), so by the time we find the police
they are closed. Bummer. Perhaps we should wing it. So we go to find the balsa.
We find the balsa….but it is now about 5pm on Saturday & he doesn’t want to
do it so late. Then of course on Sunday they are closed. Who thought it would
be so hard to get out of a country! We now have 2 nights in this God forsaken
hole! We remember a swimming pool place on the river out of town. So we spend 2
nights there……it really is hard filling in time. Do housework, this blog (but
there is no Wi-Fi – better in the next country). The local family adopt us
& take us to town and out to dinner at a Pizza restaurant (most
appreciated).
We have made a
tongue in cheek list of things we will remember about our time in Brazil in
descending order:
4/ The Love Motels
outside every town that charge by 1 or 2 hours.
3/ The snooker
tables in every little bar in every town.
2/ The hundreds of
massive boom boxes in restaurants, on cars, even on motorbikes & push
bikes. All going full bore of course.
1/ Top of the list.
The many millions of speed bumps that bring all the traffic through towns to
nearly a standstill and cause numerous nose to tails.
Tomorrow: French
Guyana. We hope!!
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