Boipeba to Lencois

The next part of the trip from the beautiful island of Boipeba, inland, to Lencois.

 

Cambodia

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Cambodia Cambodia was very short, too short, but beautiful. We took 5 days to visit the famous sites of Angkor Wat. We traveled to the Cambodian border by car from Pattaya in Dada’s and Palida’s company. We reached the Thai … Continue reading

The madness that is India

Fantastic quote by John Thomas ( seriously that was his name) our 84 year old taxi driver, driving at breakneck speed towards Marari:
” my wife, very good cook, not beautiful… but good heart”
As he dropped us off at our home stay he grabbed my hand and felt for my pulse, halfway up my forearm, and said in his very very Indian accent “in two years you rich man, you are healthy, no cancer, your liver good” he then made sure I had his card and told me to call him if we needed a cab tomorrow! He then drove off, hand permanently on his horn, into the madness that is Sunday in Marari.

Indian head shake can mean a myriad of things from: “I don’t know”, “no you can’t take pictures in here” to “yes that would be nice” to “as if I would overcharge you, do I look like a thief?”, add to that “no I don’t know why the internet isn’t working, but it happens all the time so I am used to it anyway”

Unlike the Japanese, who if they don’t know will ask someone, Indians will just make it up

If you ever find yourself in a barbers chair being violently beaten about the head by a short fat man with 70’s hair and moustache, do not fear, this is an Indian head massage. If said short fat man then asks if you want Ayurvedic, a swift kick to the balls should stop the ensuing mint oil fest that will add considerably to your tuk tuk journey home as you won’t be able to hang onto anything as you’ll be completely covered in Ayurvedic oil. At least you’ll smell fresh when they bury you. If he offers you a facial, run.

If you ever go on a backwater boat ride be aware of the following:
When the man in the official department of tourism office says it will be a luxury boat you’ll be thinking aircon, maybe a massage, comfortable seating, maybe a bit of sitar on the sound system and food and drinks, what he actually means it has an engine and should make it all the way around without sinking or breaking down.
When Mr official my arse then says you’ll be stopping at a little restaurant with nice food along the way, what he actually means is you’ll stop at a shack where you’ll ask in a terribly nice way what the gentleman has for lunch, to which the somewhat curt reply will be “fish”, to which you will say “anything else apart form fish?”, “fish” will be the answer, you’re getting the picture here? You will then be given a paper mat, then the food will appear, and all the while you’re looking at the paper mat and waiting for a plate and cutlery. Well wait no more as this is it, the rather large somewhat surly waiter will then pop over, take one look at you and drop your food straight onto the paper mat, he will then depart. It will be at this point that you will look around you and see everyone else is eating with their fingers. Give it a go, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll tell you what can bloody happen, you end up with food half way up your arms, unlike everyone else around you who, I’m sure, are secretly eating with forks and hiding them every time you look as their fingers and arms are virtually bloody spotless. It is at this point you will invariably remember the golden rule of always washing your hands prior to eating without fail, or you will die!

Tuk tuk drivers in India have lots of things to contend with while driving: dogs, pedestrians and me hanging around their necks.

Indian Tuk tuk drivers do not slow down for rain, pedestrians, cyclists or buses. The only time Claude didn’t even scream when heading straight for a bus was in the back of a tuk tuk as she was too terrified.

The North South divide:
In the the south people just want to know where you come from and your name
In the middle you’ll start to meet beggars and people will try to sell you stuff
In the north sellers expect you to buy stuff

When travelling to India, try spending a couple of weeks in Japan first if you want maximum effect when you arrive. From the sublime to the ridiculous.

There’s a saying that says you can tell a lot about by person by the way they treat people they do not have to be nice to. This is never more evident than in India.

On the Kerala Tamil Nadoo border you can have hours of fun watching cow tennis, this is a great game played by one man and three cows. Firstly the cows will wander over the border from Kerala, only to be chased back across by a man running a stall on the Tamil Nadoo side. Then due to inordinate amount of traffic the cows will gradually wander back across the border, again to be chased back across by the ever angrier man. This can carry on for quite a while until the cows get bored and wander off or the man manages to lead the cows far enough away that they just can’t be bothered to trek all the way back.

Indian safari: take 200 Indians in various forms of attire, all of which are wholly unsuited to a safari. Cram them into ten jeeps, turn the music up so they will be dancing in the back of the jeeps, and send them off up the dirt road to spot animals. An hour later you won’t find any of them on the dirt road any more as they will already be bored as they won’t have spotted any animals so they will have decamped to the restaurant to eat.
Normal safar: wait for all the Indians to leave, have a chai then after about half an hour set off to spot wild elephants, monkeys and giant squirrels. After a while head to the restaurant where you will find more wild animals eating!

Doing a tuk tuk tour: agree on the price beforehand, you will usually have to pay more for the “non” shop tour which is well worth the money as it means you won’t be stopping at every “government” shop on the way round. The tuk tuk drivers stop at these shops with tourists as they get a lunch or petrol voucher every time they bring people. Unfortunately for the unsuspecting tourist, one of these shops is akin to having a randy dog on your leg as the shop assistants will not leave you alone until you buy something. I saw an English couple looking like they had had the life blood sucked out of them by the ground floor, they still had another four floors to go! The more English you are about it the more they will grind you down until you buy their extortionately priced goods.

The only orderly queues we ever saw were outside bottle shops, no wonder Kerala wants to become a dry state!

The further north you go the more aggressive the beggars, guides and crap sellers become
The guides will ask where you are from then will regale you with the few words they know:
French: “bonjour” followed by “ooh la la”
Italian: “ciao”
Once you have become life long friends through this wonderful connection you now have, they will then expect you to want their guided services and will take it quite personally when you say you do not require their vastly overpriced services.
The crap sellers:
“Hello sir” whilst shoving a variety of things under your nose “nice necklace, only one thousand rupees”, when you politely decline they get more insistent ” why you no want? Nice necklaces” and so it will go until you finally get into your taxi, but they will still be tapping at the window as you drive away.
Beggars:
Will just say “naaaaa” “naaaaa” at you a lot

Once hotel porters find out you’re a bit of a tipper, when you arrive, you will find yourself with three porters putting your two bags in the boot of the taxi the following morning. When you give then 100 rupees they will have no problem pointing out that there are three of them, then they will stand there looking indignantly at you holding their hands out.

Airport security is bad enough, but when it is run by the army you’re asking for trouble.

India is becoming a first world economy but with a third world mentality

When boarding a tuk tuk always negotiate the price beforehand, although this does not mean the rate is not up for renegotiation once the destination is reached due to: “it is 700 rupees not 500 as I have to go back empty” “it was 14 kms”

On average airport announcements, in India, will make twelve “absolute final” announcements for late passengers before finally giving up

The Hindu times is only beaten to second place by the daily mail in its ability to distort reality to suit its articles.

In India a tourist and his money are soon parted

Singapore and Malaysia

Singapore – 25-28/08/14

The highlight of our stop over in Singapore was meeting our friend Marine and her children Eugene and Armance, a very old school mate of Alex. The kids were very close friends, 4 years ago and we were very pleased to get to see them again, especially as it was just as we had left it!

We stayed at Marine’s place, a beautiful traditional black and white Singaporean house. Although we had big rains everyday, it was still around 30 degrees and the showers were welcome to cool us down. When it was not raining the kids played in the garden or in the pool and they pulled comics and board games when outside was not an option. Alex discovered sway board which he was very good at very quickly, whilst Eugene was teaching Max how to build a zip wire in the garden. One day we left all the kids with Evelyn, the house maid, who took them to the water park; in the meantime, Rj and I took time to walk around Singapore city. A very modern city with lots of beautiful ultra modern glass buildings. Around Marina Bay, a new building looks like a boat on three towers, another looks like a lotus flower, one like a hedgehog. In town we saw some beautiful Chinese temples, we visited the renown colonial Raffles Hotel. In the city the people are young, smiley and polite but unlike Sydney, Singapore lacks personality and vibrancy. It is an odd thing to feel. Above the offices, below the shopping malls and food halls.

At night, the city lights up, the bars become lively, in Orchard Road, very loud music is played whilst lots of little restaurants provide European and Asian food in typical merchant houses. The street gets madly busy later and the centre on the drinking hub at later hours apparently…we don’t know, we are heading home to the kids!

Singapore also have a lots of beautiful green spaces and jungle forested areas. With the kids, we visited the Botanic Gardens a massive area with numerous themes such as medicinal plants, palms, historical plants as well as a discovery Center for kids where we saw yam, coffee, coconuts, bananas, papayas, and many more. We had a great time with our friends, but Singapore is not for us, a little like an Asian Switzerland.

 

Malaysia – 28/08 to 7/09/14

We had planned to reach Kuala Lumpur by overnight train from Singapore. Sadly the train was fully booked and we had to do the trip by plane intead, a short 45mn flight with Airasia. We booked the Pyramid Sunway hotel, recommended by a friend. Sure of the quality of the recommendation, I did not check the reviews or even the location, so what a surprise when, as the taxi drove through the road to the hotel, we found ourselves in the middle of a Disney-like world, with lots of fake carved statues of lions and mermaids. The big water park could be seen in the background, to the boys extreme delight. For us, it was our idea of a nightmare!

The lobby was huge, and decorated with brown marble and gold plated accessories. The room was of decent size but the carpet was dirty and when we found out that we had to walk to the hotel next door to access the pool and for breakfast, we considered reviewing our choice. As we exlored the area, in search of the pool and breakfast room, we discovered the partner hotel Sunway Resort & Spa, and were seduced by the more polished service, the easy access to pool and breakfast and their Club room offer (including afternoon tea and evening aperitif). And this is in this very oasis that we spent the next 4 days…The following day, we headed to the water park, to Ranj and my despair, but as a promise to the boys who had been so good at following us in our treks and adventures for the last 2 months, without complaining once. Thus, we spent the entire day, going down water slides, massive water funnel, speeding down water lanes, etc. To our great surprise, Rj and I had much fun and luckily we didnt feel too sick until the end of the day when our stomachs clearly had their share of abuse.

That evening, Dada & Lida surprised us with a visit and stayed in Kuala Lumpur with us for the following 4 days. 4 days in good company, of indulgence and laziness, spent relaxing by the pool, enjoying the delicious and copious multi cultural buffet breakfast, in the Club room, enjoying scones with cream and jam or little sandwiches and fruits or finally working out at the gym, trying to compensate for the over eating…We didnt see much of Malaysia over these few days especially as it coincided with a big bank holiday and massive celebrations taking place in town, making the center very difficult to access to. On our visitors last day however, we decided to hire a car and pop into town. We had a quick glimpse at the old railway station, the national Mosque and parked up to see the famous Petronas Twin towers. We enjoyed an overprice cocktail at the Sky bar of the Traders Hotel situated right opposite the towers to enjoy the sun doing down on the city and the towers lightning up in the dawn of the day. We finished our Day in Chinatown, as it was recommended to us. There must have been a nicer part in the area but we only found the popular market and its stalls of Chinese food and fruits and vegetables and cheap handbag replicates. Amongst those, the canteen like restaurant for which we finalise succumbed by lack of alternative. Although Rj and the kids had strange bowel movements for the next couple of days, we made it.

On Wednesday 3rd september, we drove Dada and Lida back to the airport, swapped for a smaller car and headed North for an expedited discovery trip of Malaysia.

The road takes us through thousands of kilometers of coconut tree plantations. Palm oil is the main revenue of Malaysia. We aimed for Pangkor Island, the closest nice beach resort to KL it seemed. We found very few reviews of the place but the pictures of the island looked good. With no hotel prebooked and a vague idea of how to get there, we switched on Tom Tom and headed adventurously. As we got to Pangkor ferry jetty, we found out that the ferry is for foot passengers only and that the rental car would not be of any use there! We debated what to do, reviewed our options and decided to leave the car behind. We hopped into the first and last ferry crossing for a mere 8 GBP return for all of us.

Pangkor must be about ten kms long and 5 wide. The Eastern side closest to mainland is where the little town is. Not europeanised at all, the community, to the image of the country, is a fantastic mix of colours and cultures: the Malay, the Indians and the Chinese cohabit harmoniously. We saw, sat side by side in the food halls, the fully covered muslim women, the indian women dressed in sari, the chinese dressed in Occidental clothing, all speaking the same language, Malay, English and Smile. The Malay are amongst the nicest people we have ever met, extremely polite, very helpful, all smile and extremely caring. They thank you with their hand on their heart, the smile with their eyes and heart, they are truly special people.

During this visit to Malaysia, I could not help but thinking of that plane that mysteriously vanished above the Indian Ocean and that simply shot down by the Russians in the recent months. Indeed we’ve noticed the soar left to the Nation by these two tragedies: the big yearly celebrations that take place end of August weren’t as big as usual this year as commemoration to the lost ones. People have mentioned it here and there, subdued to the idea that they will never know or understand what happened. I feel upset, knowing that these people, so kind and giving, have lost so much and that the World does not seem to care…

So we stayed in a small hotel on the Western side of the island. The only “proper” hotel on that side, it provided us with simple but pleasant accommodation. Most of all, we were a stone throw away from an beautiful white sand beach. Very similar to the Brazilian beaches we already know, but tidier as already more exploited for tourism. However, we were there mid week of a non holiday period and the speedboats and sausages were safely tucked away leaving the quite white sanded beach to our single use. The waters are turquoise blue, the sand beach curves and soon turns into a rocky water side where massive boulders sit on the white sand. Two small islands covered in palm trees and jungle are in proximity, amongst which Pangkor Laut, a privately owned island with one of the most exclusive resort in Asia. Following some fishermen that I see sneaking through the boulders and the jungle, we reach a pristine creek, with the clearest waters, the whitest sand, the roundest boulders, the most beautiful beach I have ever seen.

From there we decide to swim across to the neighbouring island, approximately 500m away. The water is as warm as bath and is see-through for the first 20m. It take us a little while as the current slows our progress but we reach the small island easily. We were so impressed by the boys and they were extremely proud of themselves! We play there for 45mn, looking for shells and corals and decide to head back to main land the same way we came but this time the current is in our favour and we get back much faster. The taxi driver had told us that only the English swam across to the islands!

In the evening, we enjoy a candlelight alfresco dinner on the beach: Daddy’s Restaurant, the only restaurant on the beach serves cocktails and fresh watermelon juice, beautiful Malay food with curries and fresh seafood. Perfect!

We finish our mini trip through Malaysia by a quick visit to Cameron Highlands where a windy road takes us through the jungle. We see beautiful little villages tucked away by the side of the road, fruit merchants selling mangosteen, wild mangosteen, rambutans, coco juice, etc. Cameron Highlands is well known for its strawberry farms but we will not reach them as we are running out of time. Time to head back to KL tomorrow we have to catch our flight to Japan!

A little hop in Australia : discovering Sydney & the Blue Mountains

We landed in Sydney with no great expectations. We had heard Australia was a nice place, some of our friends completely fell in love with it but we didn’t think it would be for us. The main reason for our quick stop over was to see the Opera House as this was Alex’s main request for this trip. It is also the only way for us to travel from South America to Asia. But it is winter here and we knew it wouldn’t be the best time to visit the country.

But somehow we fell in love with Sydney straight away. A beautiful young, dynamic, creative city, with sun and sea. A perfect version of London! We stayed in an airbnb near Hyde Park. The area was full of funky little cafes and restaurants. We quickly discovered Buster Brown on Crown Street, where we met Dominic, a French chef that never went back home. We walked everywhere and our first stop was the Opera house. Alex was delighted as this was the one sight he had asked to see during this trip. He was however somewhat disappointed when we found out that we couldn’t get in to visit as it was closed. We walked to Darling harbour, one of Sydney popular hot spot and, on some passer-by’s recommendation, we found a great little playground with water games for the boys. We visited Sydney aquarium, which is I must say the most impressive one we’ve ever seen:  the sharks tunnel is the best we have come across and there were plenty of animals to be spotted and even touched! We visited the little zoo, own by the same company but were very disappointed: beside a massive alligator, there was not much to see there. We walked to The Rocks, an old part of the town and down the commercial streets where we discovered beautiful old little galleries, amongst which the elegant and nostalgic The Strand and further on the Victoria’s Building, a beautiful building dating from the late 1800’s . In fact, everywhere in the city, we found beautiful remains of British architecture, like the Old Hopital, the Old Government House, Hyde Park barracks, ….

It was winter in Australia and the weather was not great but this didn’t stop us from walking everywhere. Armed with our umbrellas we strolled through Hyde Park, walked to the bridges. On the nice days we stopped for coffee on the steps of the Opera House and a light lunch on the parade along Darling Harbour, what a pleasant city!

We decided to extend our stay and to stay an additional three days and took the opportunity to go and visit the Blue Mountains. We rented a car and did a three hour drive west of Sydney. We visited the delightful little town of Leura and checked into the Three Sisters Motel in Kattoomba. Ranj had a flash back and recalled his trip to America as a young man. The following day was grey but we decided to go an see the Three Sisters, a three-peaks rock near the small town. The fog was so dense we could not see further than 20 meters and we decided to head on a small trek instead. We ended up walking for over three hours: we walked down a eight hundred step steep staircase leading us to the bottom of the valley from where we headed to a waterfall. At the bottom of the cliff, the Valley is a true jungle and we walked amidst the tall trees, bamboos, giant ferns and eucalyptus trees, following a little muddy path running all the way along the bottom of the valley. One part of the walk was under the suspended rock of the mountain, and we felt like proper explorers. After 5 kilometres or so we reach the busier side of the valley, the Scenic World, where a cable car and a  funicular are available to go up and down and across the valley offering a beautiful of the 3 peaks.

After the beautiful little trip out of the city, we made the most of our rented car and headed to Watson Bay, the furthest bay on the Sydney Eastern side. Recommended by our friend Julie, this place is a little jewel of a hideaway: a beautiful beach, surrounded by coffee shops and seafood restaurants, with a little park and a view Point where you can see the 2 sides of the bay. We had fresh seafood at the deck of the famous Doyles restaurant, on a gorgeous hot summer day, with everyone nibbling on seafood or sipping on a cool drink whilst enjoying the park and the beach. The perfect ending for our Australian stay!

 

A taste of Chile

We landed in Santiago late at night and straight away we appreciated the modernity of the place: the motorway was immaculate, the road side clean, tidy and decorated with beautiful flower beds. The signage was modern, the road was light up! What a radical change between two neighbouring countries!!!

We settled at the Directors hotel in an area of Santiago called Vitacura. The first day we took a taxi to the centre, in the middle of the old city. The town is full of historical buildings, beautiful architecture. I loved the art museum which is a building copied from the Halles of Paris. The Plaza de Armas is full of beautiful old buildings, nearby is the Catedral Metropolitana, full of stunning paintings and sculptures and the magnificent Palacio de la Moneda. We walked in the little back streets of city, full of merchants selling cheap clothes and accessories. We walk through a little city park which was full of families with children as it was bank holiday that day where we found a beautiful and very expensive little French Cafe. We strolled through the art market as night fell and headed back to the hotel.

The second day we took the city bus, that took us all over the city, we find that these buses give you a good overview of the city as well as interesting commentaries. On our way to the bus stop we discovered the area of Vitacura, a gorgeous, very well off area full of trendy coffee shops, interior design and furniture shops, Designer fashion, etc. we felt like in Los Angeles as the roads were wide, the houses large and the front loan perfectly manicured. It was so confusing having moved front such extremes in less than 24h! How could 2 neighbouring countries can be so utterly different?

That day was very hot (we had gorgeous weather throughout although it is winter here), as the bus stopped in Bellavista, we decided to walk up Cerro San Cristóbal and trekked for 2h. Our lungs, still under the effect of living in high altitude for 10 days, were strong and we pretty much ran up the mountain. At the top we found ourselves in the city’s sports hubb where everyone is running, cycling just like in Hyde Park or Center Park! We took the famous vintage cable car down to , which was fun and saving a bit of the few precious hours left in Santiago. Here again, our stay felt far too short, once here we discovered that there is a million things to be done in the area and that the Chilian landscape is stunning. Again we promise ourselves to return to Chile to explore, one day, this gorgeous country.

When travelling to the Amazon…

I was not sure what to expect before visiting the Amazon. My vision was clearly inspired from animal programs on TV, email campaigns for the protection of indigenous tribes that I receive regularly and what I had read in guidebooks but nothing could prepare me to the magic this place.

Shortly after arriving in Manaus, capital of the Amazonas Region, we loaded a bus, then a boat, another small combo and a smaller boat, which threw us very quickly in the vastness of the area. We crossed a river that seemed as big as a sea itself (although in reality it is an inlet of the sea, taking its source over 350kms away), we quickly find ourselves in a landscape where water, greenery and sky are one. The water is not clear but very brown and so still that everything reflects like a mirror. The sky has no limits, clouds float on the water, the bright green grass of the hill fuses with the foliage on the riverside.

During the first part of the journey in the plains of the Amazon, we crossed large apple green hills, bathed in the high waters of the early winter. Almost wild horses and black buffalos half immersed in the muddy water, great white herons are roaming peacefully as well as very many caimans apparently. Then, as the river narrows down, the shoreline becomes wilder, small meadows and forests of bamboos fill the landscape in turn. The villages are scarce and only the stilt mounted houses are visible, others submerged by the water with only their roof left to peep at the surface.

The river is tortuous and her many arms, form tentacles in the thickening forest. After a bent in the river, a small wooden house is the school of the district. The boat bus will take the children, the youngest in the morning, the oldest in the afternoon, from their home to the school and back. Another turn brings us into a small canal, the vegetation is dense and offers us a small corridor of freshness. Further, vegetation has already covered the path on the river. As we are drawing closer, our driver accelerates and slides across the plants. Suddenly, we are in a wide open river nearly a kilometre wide. The water is perfectly smooth, the mirror is perfect; even the colors of the rainbow, which will surprise us soon following a heavy rain, can be counted.

The river links the Yellow river to the Black River. This one, like the thousands of kilometers of waterways in the Amazon, is home to hundreds of species of fish and animals. So we float above piranhas of all sizes, huge fish of all sorts, some more than 3m long, pink and grey dolphins, caimans, etc. That day, the secret world of the wild will remain invisible to our eyes of tourists, and we will relish the sight the graceful dance of three dolphins on the other side of the river .

After a 3 hours trip, we arrived at our lodge, a simple wooden lodge with a large open deck with hammocks overlooking the river. It is very hot and our guide suggests that we have a swim in the river. Swimming in the Amazon? This is the question to which I often answered ‘no’ to kids! But apparently, yes we can swim in it and we will be happy to do so as it is so hot ! We’ll learn later that our natural pool is actually full of piranhas but the water being so deep (up to 50m in places) there are no risks, they only swim in the deep or in bloody shallow water! Our guide John simply advises us not to swim after 18h. This is the time at which the caimans are hunting in swampy area … We are the mosquitoes feast that night, and every morning and evening of the week that follows !

The first night was full of emotions for us … we were due to stay in a lodge slightly away from the main house as it could accommodate the 4 of us. Some ants had decided to keep us company and to dissuade them and on the advice of our hosts, we soon sprayed insecticide in the room. What had we done !!! Soon, the entire floor of the cabin was covered with ants. Large red and black ants were beginning to bite our toes, climb on our legs, clothes and bedding! We had clearly annoyed the locals and the employees were busy cleaning the cabin for many hours that night! We were transferred to a room in the main cabin and Rj , terrified by the invasion, decided to Keep his feet in the air and slept in a hammock on the terrace!

The next day, the day began at 6am, because this is the time at which the dolphins come to hunt. The view was incredible : the river was immaculate and shimmering . The still dark sky cleared quickly and nature woke up slowly. Many birds flew by us, the frogs were croaking, the crickets singing and not far from the shore, the graceful pink dolphins were jumping in and out of the river, hunting. Such was our first glimpse of the Amazonas!

During the few days that followed, we went piranhas fishing (with a fishing rods made ​​of bamboo) and we ate them (friend in spicy sauce, delicious but as Alex said, there is hardly anything to eat!). We explore the Amazonian swamps a paddle boat, looking for animals and saw eagles and their babies, blue macaws, kingfishers, white herons, beautiful little yellow birds; we observe an iguana approximately 1m long on a branch 15m high jump into water at the approach of danger; we saw our guide catch 2 caimans in the space of a second during a night outing, one of 1.2m, the other a 30cms baby capable of ripping your fingers off; we visited the home of an Indian family which consisted of a wooden building on stilts in which a family of three generations shared one living space and one bedroom to sleep. The young teen introduced us to his pets : a very cuddly wildboar, a 2m long boa that he handed over to the children without hesitation, a small monkey who was not happy to be woken up for presentation and porcupine fortunately kept in his cage… the boys were fascinated! We discovered how families produce manioca flour, a key food in the lives of Indians. Our guide showed us that the forest offers families lots of food, but also a large number of medicinal plants, others used to make make-up or dye clothing. In the jungle, he showed us how to create containers to retrieve food and water and he made many small decorative objects from leaves, for children and adults!

One morning we walked for 2h30 in the jungle. Very quickly, the heat was oppressive and the attack of mosquitoes was constant. But we saw armadillos burrows, wild and poisonous wasps hives perfectly manufactured, very dangerous spiders in their massive webs, traces of sloths on tree trunks …

From those few days in the Amazon, we found ourselves at peace and energized . Far from civilization, we lived simple lives, enjoyed wonderful sunsets and sunrises, intimate encounters with wild animals and embraced an often hostile environment. We felt very fortunate to watch the dolphins and some of the animals very closely and explore the forest in search of its treasures.

On the way back to Manaus, we observed the “meeting of the waters”, the point where fresh water from the river meets with the salted water from the sea. The cold sea water meets with the dark warm of the river and the two do not mix. Visually this is very impressive.

We had very little time left to visit Manaus, but before starting a new stage of our journey, we took time to pay a very brief visit to the Teatro Municipal, a beautiful Theatre from 1896 and recently restored, a real little gem. We also saw the City Market, an Art Nouveau style structure built in 1880, at the image of Les Halles in Paris. It also was recently restored and is beautiful not only for its architecture but also for its contents: from the huge exotic fruits and vegetables stalls, the fish market, to the Indian handicrafts (stunning terracotta pots, bamboo straw woven baskets as well as bamboo blowpipes) and the obscure and fascinating stalls selling herbs, dried insects powders and syrups for the needs of natural medicine.

Our experience in the Amazon was very special. The immensity of the wilderness, its beauty, its wildlife, its inhabitants with rich and mysterious cultures, we feel enriched to have discovered this world. Do we haven’t had enough of it: the kids already want to go back and explore the jungle and villages in more depth!

 

A piece of advise from Rj:

Be prepared for quite a journey; minibus to ferry port, speed ferry to middle of nowhere driven by most relaxed driver I’ve seen so far, still stupidly fast but at least one of us was relaxed, plank walk with luggage onto stupidly small boat with outrageously large engine to finally arrive at lodge looking like you’ve been electrocuted… And all this should only take around three hours.

The Eco lodge: hotel that behaves in an environmentally friendly way, can also be read as: a few planks hastily put together vaguely resembling a shed with a sticker in the bathroom asking you (politely) not to use too much water. I use the term bathroom in the loosest possible way too…

Talking of bathrooms, always take a good book as you will be spending a lot of time in them, not doing anything, just waiting. Actually due to the inordinate amount of breads, rice and eggs you’ll be eating while in Brasil you probably won’t see the inside of a bathroom for the whole of your stay anyway.

In the amazon you are never more than 10 seconds away from an insect. If you would like to rid your room of ants and mozzies never ever spray Raid all over your room then leave as this will serve to upset the red ants that you didn’t know were there too, who will then take over and you will have to leave while they fumigate your room. Should you ever come across and American from Iowa doling out advice on dealing with insects in rooms would you please deliver a swift kick to his groin from me?

Don’t EVER swim in the yellow Amazon river as apparently there’s a very beautiful little blue fish that likes to find any little hole it can, and I mean ANY little hole! It then swims up and starts eating, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

When trekking in the Amazon forest, cover yourself from head to toe and don’t ever stop or you become a target for the millions of mozzies just waiting for fresh European meat, and yes they can tell the difference.

Fishing for piranhas, grab a long stick, stick a little bit of string to it with a hook on, drop in water pull and voila instant dinner. Which is all a bit worrying, especially when your guide suggests you could fish off the platform you’ve been swimming off for the past three days! Apparently piranhas like to swim a bit lower than where you swim… Oh well that’s alright then… Just don’t swim after 5pm as then you’re also fair game for the cayman that like to sleep amongst the reeds.

Ants do not like brown short wearing French ladies as Claude found loads in hers and they were all dead, so if you’re French, a lady and partial to brown easy dry north face shorts you’ll be fine. For the rest of us be prepared to find ants running around pretty much everywhere else.

If you have children they will go a little bit feral: making bows and arrows, swimming in piranha infested waters without a care, catching and skinning said piranhas, handling cayman, handling boa constrictors, sleeping outside in hammocks and not washing, nothing new there then. I would suggest reading/watching Bear Grylls so you appear to know what they are talking about and also don’t wretch when they start on about eating worms that squirt poo out of their bottoms when you bite their heads off.

The amazonians have lots of wonderful natural remedies and the one that will cure all woes and ills is completely natural and actually good for you is called Caipirinha. I actually found that with enough of these I was able to completely ignore the mozzies and strange notices emanating from my bowels.

Lencois: from grand canyons to cave snorkelling

It was hard to leave Boipeba, it’s blue waters and empty beaches but we knew that Lencois would offer its fair share of wilderness and peace too.

The trip from Boipeba to Lencois was expected to be a question of jumping from 1 bus into an other. It turned out however, that the bus schedules are  even more unreliable than we heard about and since we could not book any bus trip online, all we could do is ask and hope that the information given was correct. Well it only partly did…and although the first bus was on time, it was not the express bus expected and the 2h journey, took 4.5 hours; we then missed the connection and had to wait 5h in Feira de Santana for the following bus to Lencois to leave at 00.05 in the morning. All together  our 350 kms trip took 18 hours!  We got there in the end and I am very glad the boys are cool and big enough to handle the lack of sleep (Max enjoying the opportunity to finally stay up late and Alex gifted with the ability to fall asleep in seconds literally anywhere).Max waiting for the midnight bus

We are learning about sleeping rough and coping with it. The thoughest part is the poor choice of food on the go. We are pretty easy and are happy to eat whatever is available, but 10 days into the trip, we already bored of fried doughy food and manioc sandwiches and feel very frustrated to see amazing mangoes, papayas, pineapples and guava simply turned into juices with plenty of added sugar with no actual pieces of fruits anywhere to be found! So we reached our pousada in Lencois at 5am to find that we were expected to have the 2nd child sleep in the same bed as his parents! Alex is not a big big but still! Despite the town’s cockerels already crowing away and desperate to get a bit more sleep before the town woke up, we put up with the inconvenience and put the kids to sleep in the same single bed for a few hours.

When we woke up at 9am,  beautiful Lencois was already buzzing. Only a small town of 7 thousands, Lencois is rich in history and culture: part of the Chapada Diamanta, it was once a prosperous and fashionable town, wealthy from its coffee plantations and diamond mines. French fashion stores opened here once and as the coffee plantations were slowly abandoned and mining dried up until it was totally forbidden in 1995, so did the economy of the little town. The region is very green and wild, with amazing deep red soil. Once a very deep ocean, it’s rocky soil is carved by the water and offers a vast number of waterfalls, caves and canyons. Chapada Diamanta is the size of Switzerland and it would take many months to be explored fully. Today, Lencois thrives on tourism based around expeditions and trekking. Although very touristy, it has a very warm artistic and hippy feel. And we felt immediately at home. It’s cobbled little streets all lead onto a piazza with the Mercado Artsanal and the main church. The houses are small and brightly coloured. Most have no windows with just tall doors that open fully. Music is always playing and locals sit on their doorsteps watching the world go by, whilst cradling the new born.

Lencois portuguese style architectureWe were in Lencois to watch Brazil v Germany. The entire day was put on hold for the match, all the shops, excursions, where to close at 1pm for the 5pm match. At 5 the entire town Center woke up, a massive screen popped up in the market and the bars set a TV screening the street. The excitement quickly made room to an eery silence with the odd scream for hope from a Brazilian or a tourist desperate to raise the moral. The dramatical fall of Brazil really hurt the nation that night and the pain could be felt for days to follow. Some youngsters however did not let themselves go and pulled out the drums to perform what Brazil’s is best at, amazing beats and catchy rythms. A lot of locals went home early that night, but many enjoyed the heart warming beats and stayed on to enjoy a happy night out with beer and caipirinha!

Whilst in Lencois, we took a day trip to the amazing caves, waterfalls, rivers and canyons to the north of the town. We walked in a 800m cave with 20m high ceilings, 9m tall stalagmites that grow at the pace of 1cm per 33 years; snorkelled in another, in such clear waters you feel as if you were suspended in mid air, surrounded by millions if little fish suckling on your skin. We walked up a 90m climb to reach the top of rocky mountain which edges at the top were carved by the sea millions of years ago; we trekked through the jungle full of trees with medicinal virtues and spider holes with amazingly manufactured front doors. The following day we walked 2h to a massive waterfall of black, tannin and iron full water. We all found it spooky at first but the fun soon took over.Boco Azul Lencois was truly beautiful. July is winter here and although we had rain everyday, the days always brightened up and the temperature, still around 28c, was perfect for trekking. Well worth the stop!

En Francais!

Lencois:

Nous etions tristes de quitter Boipeba, sa nature sauvage, ses eaux turquoises et sa serenite.

Nous avions prevu de faire le trajet entre Boipeba et Lencois en bus et avions ete prevenus que les horaires des bus etaient generalement peu fiables. Nous nous ne pouvions donc mieux faire que de se renseigner en personne a la station. Chose faite. Le bus etait a l’heure ce jour mais au Iieu d’être ‘express’ celui ci s’arreta dans toutes les petites Villes et au lieu de durer 2h le trajet dura 4.5h. Nous avons ainsi manqué notre correspondance et avons du attendre 5h pour le prochain bus partant de Feira de Santana a 00.05. Je confirme, ne compter pas trop sur les horaires des bus! Heureusement les enfants sont grands maintenant et Max etait ravi d’avoir l’occasion de veiller tandis qu’Alex a l’abilite de s’endormir en l’espace de quelques secondes peu importe ou il se trouve.

Nous apprenons donc a vivre en nomades! Dormant dans les avions, les bus et vivant dans les quelques vetements empaquetes. Ce qui a ete assez frustrant au Bresil jusqu’a present, c’est le fait de ne pas trouvé d’alimention saine”sur la route”. Les Bresiliens raffolent de plats frits et farineux et leurs magnifiques fruits sont vite tournes en jus auquels est rajoute une enorme quantite de sucre. Il est bien difficile de trouve un fruit entier a croquer!

Ainsi nous sommes arrives a notre ‘pousada’ (petit hotel avec petit dejeuner seulement- equivalent du bed and breakfast) a 5h du matin et vite nous recouvrons que notre chambre n’a que 2 lits et que le plus jeune des enfants est sense dormir avec papa et maman! Alex n’est pas bien gros mais quand meme! A defaut de creer une scene a 5h du matin et desesperes de pouvoir profiter de quelques heures de sommeil de plus – les coqs chantent deja- nous empilons max et Alex dans le meme lit et nous effondrons tous rapidement.

Nous nous reveillons a 9h et déjà Lencois est en pleine activite.
Cette petite ville de 7 mille habitants est riche en histoire et culture. Elle fait partie de la region de la ‘Chapada Diamanta’. Elle fut un jour une ville riche et a la mode, grace a l’exploitation des plantations de cafe et des mines de diamants de la region. Alors que les plantations de cafe furent relocalisees et les mines doucement assechees, l’economie de la ville en fit de meme.

La region est tres verte et sauvage avec une terre rouge fonce. Les marques d’erosion dans les rochers creent un paysage tres sacade semblable a des canyons et la presence d’enormes cavites, grottes et cascades nous rappele que cette region, grande comme la Suisse, fut un jour un ocean tres profond.

Aujourdhui, Lencois s’epanouie grace au tourisme pour les randonnees et explorations dans la region. Bien que tres touristique, la petite ville est tres accueillante, artistique et hippie et nous nous y sentons bien tout de suite. Les maisons petites et etroites sont toutes de couleurs vives. La plus part n’ont pas de fenetres mais une grande porte d’entree longue et etroite a deux battants.
Les petites rues sont pavees et menent toutes au ‘mercado artesanal’ ou a l’eglise. Partout on entend de la musique et les habitants sont assis sur leur palier, bercant dans leurs bras le dernier ne.

Nous etions a Lencois pour suivre le match Bresil – Alemagne. Des 13h, les magasins fermerent leur porte, tout en ville s’arreta pour le match. A 5h la ville se reveilla, un grand ecran fut installe dans le hall du marche, les bars et restaurants sortirent les televiseurs dans la rue, les barbecues portables apparurent. Tres vite cependant, les cris de joie et d’excitement laisserent place a un silence pesant et de temps a autre un Bresilien frustre ou un touriste souhaitant passer une bonne soirée, poussa un cri d’espoir pour remoter le morale des troupes. Un groupe de jeunes decides de ne pas se laisser demoraliser, sortis tambours de toutes tailles et firent ce que le Bresil fait de mieux: creerent des rythmes chaleureux. Beaucoup rentrerent chez eux tot ce soir la, Bresil lourdement ecrase sous le poids de la defaite. Mais d’autres profiterent de la musique et de la caipirinha pour finir la journee en beaute!

A Lencois, nous avons visite des caves d’eau translucide qui innondees par la lumiere du soleil, creer des ‘trous bleus’ (poco azul); nous avons nage dans des caves d’eau si claire que nous nous sentions comme suspendus dans les airs tandis que des milliers de petits poissons sucaient notre peau. Nous nous sommes baignes dans des cascades et rivieres d’eau noire, pleine de tannin et fer grace a la vegetation locale; nous avons grimpes 90m de rochers sculptes par l’eau il y a des millions d’annees de cela et avons admire les canyons; nous nous sommes promenes dans de chemins encevelis dans la vegetation, decouvert des varietes de plantes medicinales et admire les magnifiques petites ‘portes d’entree’ des trous d’araignees. Nous avons visites des grottes de 800m de long et 20 m de plafond avec des stalagmites de 9m grandissants a la vitesse d’un centimetre par 33 ans…

Lencois etait vraiment magnifique. Bien que ce soit l’hiver ici et qu’il ai plu casiment tous les jours, nous avons profite des temperatures moderees (toujours autour de 28 degres) pour les ballades et randonnees. Une alte tres recommendee!

Boipeba, an untouched paradise

Boipeba virgin beaches of Boinema and Morere

Boipeba virgin beaches of Boinema and Morere

We’ve just spent 4 amazing days on the island of Boipeba.
This little island is located south of Salvador, close by the more known Morro de Bahia. A real paradise! Still untouched because so remote and difficult to access to (the trip itself would put you off: ferry, bus, speed boat, taxi and eventually tractor – or horse or donkey if you don’t have as much luggage as we do!) The island is protected by Unesco and has no access for motorised vehicules.
We got to our pousada Casa Bobo after a 5h trip from Salvador and we found ourselves in stunning little wooden lodges in the middle of Brazilian wilderness. Myriam and Nilton who built and run the pousada are an amazing couple, very kind and caring and extremely Eco and health conscious. The pousada is immaculately decorated, in an elegant yet simple and traditional manner and all details have been carefully thought off. Although the island is solely covered with fine white sand, they manage to grow their own vegetables organically and fed us the best home cooked food we ever had in Brazil. We discovered, manioc cake, cooked plantain (balata de terra), moqueca (typical bahian dish with either fish, seafood or chicken, coco oil, beans, and more cooked in a terracotta bowl) – delicious!
Boipeba is simply stunning: long wild white sand beaches naturally ornate with palm trees, little trails running through the mangrove, natural swimming pools filled with clowns fish and other stunning species; lots of gorgeous humming birds swiftly flying around, large bright butterflies and multicolour birds and crabs, the island is a true paradise. It is also home of hundreds of sea turtles protected by the Tamar project.

One evening our hosts took us to visit the native village of Monte Allegre, where the villagers were celebrating the inauguration of a community Center. The youngsters were dancing samba and demonstrating their skills of Angolan Capoueira to the beat of the drums and local instruments: the atmosphere was nothing like anything we’ve ever seen!
Although we felt like intruders, for them it was an honor to have visitors from the outside!

We did long walks on the fine sandy beaches of the island, the kids played in the sand for hours, we snorkelled looking for sea turtles (no luck there), large shells, bright coloured fish… I got bitten by a sea snake and although most are venomous, mine-which I didn’t even get to meet- wasn’t, so all is well!. The boys played football with the local kids on the beach, we watched Brazil v Colombia is the smallest -yet the fullest and liveliest improvised street cafe ever, we fell asleep to the beat of Brazilian rythms…

We are living the dream!

 

 

En Francais:

Après Salvador, nous venons de passer 4 jours fantastiques sur l’ile de Boipeba. Cette petite ile situee au sud de Salvador dans l’etat de Bahia. Un vrai paradis! Nous n’y avons passe que 4 jours mais 4 jours d’indulgence pure au milieu de la nature Bresilienne.
Longue de 40km, cette ile est protégée par l’Unesco et sans acces aux vehicles, elle est encore tres sauvage et peu exploitee.
Rien que d’essayer d’y acceder peu vous dissuader: depuis Salvador, il faut prendre ferry, bus, taxi puis bateau. Le tractor et cheval ou ane sont les seuls moyens de se replacer sur l’ile. Donc eviter, non comme nous, d’arriver avec trop de baggage!
L’ile est couverte de sable blanc fin, de cocotiers et de ‘mangrove’; Elle est entouree de coraux et offre donc de magnifiques piscines naturelles pleines de poisons exotiques mais aussi de nombreuses tortues d’eau protégées par le project ‘Tamar” un project …malheureusement nous n’avons pas reussi a en voir, il faisait trop chaud et elles ne sortent que tard le soir.
Ces temps ci, une polemique derange le calme habituel de l’ile: 7 petits proprietaires ont recu une offre d’achat par de gros exploitants qui veulent developer un resort exclusif impliquant le defrichage de plusieurs hectares afin de developer terrains de golf et helipads. Les indiens, d’abord seduits par l’argent, ont maintenant realises (grace a l’aide de quelques gringos – ‘etrangers’- ecolo vivants sur place et ayant choisis cette ile pour sa virginite ecologique) les consequences nefastes de tel developement sur l’equilibre naturel de la region.
Le village de ‘Cova da Onca’ (un village descendant directement des colons hollandais, ou les gens sont blonds aux yeux bleus) disparaitrait completement, tand dis que les indiens du village de”Monte Allegre’ qui vivent encore de nos jours casiment entierement peche, chasse et cueillette (dont coco), souffriraient de l’impact sur la nature. Le Tamar project et les tortues de mer seraient aussi irradier bien que protégés par Unesco. Un tel project semble bien illegal mais l’argent achete bien des choses et la famille italienne derrière tous ces nouveaux projets semble avoir les bonnes connections!

Nous sommes rester a Casa Bobo, une magnifique petite pousada ecologique geree par Myriam et Nilton. Ce couple espagnol-bresilien a installe la residence en hauteur dans la brousse de Boipeba, surplombant la plage de Morere. Construites de maniere tradionnelle, les loges ont un toit fait de tuiles de bamboo, les murs sont faits de baguettes de bois couverte de boue (case de Taipa) et fibre de coco, le tout peint de blanc et recouvert de resine.

Myriam et Nilton (se pronounce Newton) sont super sympa et nous ont accueilli les bras grands ouverts; super zen, tres centres sur la Sante et le bien etre en harmonie avec la nature, ils etaient aux petits soins. Nilton cuisine merveilleusement tous les produits ecologiques qu’ils reussissent a faire pousser dans ces terres sableuses ainsi que les fruits de mer fraichement peches, les plats a la farine de manioc, la ‘batata de terra’ (plantain) etc, nous nous sommes regales.

Pendant ces quelques jours, nous avons fait de longues promenades sur les plages desertiques de l’ile, visiter des piscines naturelles par petit bateau et nager parmis les poissons clowns; avons nage a la recherche des tortures et navigue au dessus de l’epave d’une caravelle sur la plages des Castellanos (sans succes mais ce fut l’occasion pour moi de me faire mordre par un serpent de mer! Belle morsure, heureusement d’un serpent non venimeux, la plupart le sont!).
Nous avons eu aussi la chance de pouvoir assister a une presentation de Capoueira Angolaise et de samba par une association pour les jeunes dans le village natif de Monte Allegre. Les seuls etrangers, nous nous sentions assez intrus tandis que pour eux, c’etait un honeur d’avoir des visiteurs interesses dans leurs traditions. Nous avons aussi rencontres Marina et son mari ainsi que leurs 3 garçons. Une super famille avec la bougeotte, qui gere une ligne de vetements d’enfants (www.waddlers.co.uk) tout en vivant une vie nomade en Amerique du Sud, quelle inspiration!
Et tout cela en 7 jours a peine! Nous avons l’impression d’être partis depuis si longtemps! Nous n’avons pas eu Le temps de regarded en arriere. Nous sommes lances, et pour le moment , ce sont comme des vacances prolongees. Les enfants sont calmes, heureux, nous vivons le reve…