Boipeba to Lencois

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

 

A taste of Rio

 

 

Copacabana Beach

 

 

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.

Maceio: sun, pool and beaches

 

Relaxing like a BrazilianThe trip from Lencois to Maceio took 18h by bus. Although very long, the journey was pleasant: for the first part of the trip, we travelled through the lush green Bahian valleys where massive rocks are scattered randomly, as if they had just fallen from the sky. We then jumped into a luxurious (although standard) night bus which was a further 10h journey to Maceio. With fully reclining seats, we were ready to spend a pleasant night, until the driver, spotting the tourists, tried discreetly to warn us about a certain danger ( we didn’t quite get it as he spoke so fast and mumbled his words to keep quite) after which we were not so reassured anymore and slept with one eye open!

We got to Maceio at 6am the following day and to our surprise, a very pleasing one, our friend Jarvas was there to welcome us. Brazilians are wonderful hosts and as usual Jaravas, his wife Sida had prepared a beautiful buffet of traditional food to welcome us. After catching up with the family and stuffing ourselves with feijouada, fried cheese, baked plantain, manioca couscous, fruits and juices, we headed to town to rent a car and headed to the village of Paripueira where were going to stay for 10 days.

Paripueira is a small and very modest village, 30kms north of Maceio. There is nothing to do there but to enjoy the pool and beautiful beaches. We therefore spent 9 days resting, enjoying the pool and exploring the local beaches of Tabuba, Praia do Frances, Praia do Gunga and many more. The area is still very wild and undiscovered; the beaches although untidy, are kilometres of white sand lined with coconut trees whilst the sea is of different shades of green from turquoise to lime green. A mile into the sea, a coral barrier protects the beach from the moods of the ocean and creates natural swimming pools full of bright coloured fish.

We all had a very relaxing time, enjoyed cooking our own food and eating as many fresh fruits and vegetables as we could. We started home schooling after 3 weeks of holidays and the kids were happy to comply! With no internet access, we made it our mission to find the local bars or restaurants with free wifi and we discovered a great book shop in the recently opened shopping Center in Maceio, with a coffee corner and coffee shop. It felt like home!!!
The city and the coast are changing very quickly, the Brazilians are only just starting to discover the area and the government has begun working on the infrastructure to develop tourism. We like it as it is, untouched and wonder what the future will be made of for our little village…

En Francais!

Nous sommes arrives a Maceio après un trajet de 18h en bus depuis Lencois. Bien que long celui ci fut plaisant: nous avons d’abord traverse les plaines Bahiennes dans les quelles se trouvent d’enormes rochers parsemes ici et la comme s’ils etaient tombes du ciel. Une fois arrive a Feira de Santana nous avons pris un des bus les plus confortables que je n’ai jamais pris, avec des sieges s’inclinant a 160degres, promettant une bonne nuit de repos. Malheureusement, le chauffeur, remarquant notre presence, et voulu bien faire en nous prevenant dans un portugais demi etouffe pour ne pas etre entendu des autres et a grand debit, d’un certain ‘danger’ a bord. N’ayant pas compris ce dont il parlait (il y avait effectivement plusieurs jeunes hommes parmis les passagers relativement impressionants par leurs carrures, tatouages et regards noirs profonds, mais rien que nous n’ayons jamais vu auparavant), nous ne e que d’un oeil cette nuit la, pourtant berces par les ballotements du bus.

Bref, nous sommes arrrives a Maceio a 6h du matin et a notre grande surprise furent recu par notre ami Jarvas, membre distant de la famille. Quelle agreeable surprise: il nous conduit chez lui et a leur habitude, Ils nous traiterent comme des rois et avaient prepare un buffet de nourriture pour notre arrivee. Après avoir revu tout le monde, nous nous nous dirigeames pour recuperer une voiture de location et partames vers Paripueira ou nous passerons les 10 jours suivants.

Paripueira est un petit village costal tres modeste a 30 kms au Nord de Maceio. Il n’y a rien n’a y faire, pas de tele (pas chez nous cela est, beaucoup de petites maisons de terre et de bois disposent cependant de grosses paraboles et immenses ecrans tele!), pas d’internet (c’est déjà plus genant), Juste une belle piscine et beaucoup de tres belles plages.
Nous avons donc passe 10 jours tres calmes soit au bord de la piscine, soit a explorer les plages locales de Tatuba, Praia do Frances, Praia do Gunga et bien d’autres. Toutes sont de magnifiques et gigantesques etandues de sable Blanc fin et a l’eau variant du vert tres pale au blue turquoise, longees par des avenues de cocotiers. Au loin, la barriere de corail protege la cote des violences de l’ocean atlantique et creer de magnifiques piscines naturelles, refuges naturels pour la faune marine.

Les enfants, tout comme nous, ont eu le temps de se poser, et de se reposer. Nous avons apprecie pouvoir cuisiner nos petits plats et devorer autant de fruits et legumes frais que nous le souhaitions. Nous avons passe des heures dans la piscine, d’autres a se balader sur la plage.
Nous avons nettoye la maison des fourmis et termites qui s’y refugient en notre absence (les termites se regalent, heureusement que nous n’avons que peu de bois dans la maison), appris a partager la maison avec des petites grenouilles dans les salles de Bain, les geckos aux movements sacades, une chaise souris de passage et de nombreuses moustiques (beaucoup moins plaisant!)

Nous avons entame les cahiers de vacances, point de depart des revisions de l’annee scolaire passee. Pour pouvoir continuer a prevoir notre voyage, nous nous refugions dans Les restaurants locaux avec acces a l’internet. L’avant dernier jour nous avons trouve une Librairie tres sympa a Maceio avec un coin cafe et acces internet! La ville change a vue d’oeil, se modernise, devenant de plus en plus sofistique. C’est agreeable et pratique mais nous nous demandons a quelle vitesse cette modernisation prendra pour atteindre notre petit village et surtout les consequences que cela aura. Nous aimons la simplicite de cet endroit. En Esperant que ce soit pour le mieux…

Le 19 juillet, nous reprimes la route, direction l’Amazonie, au grand plaisir des enfants!

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!

I was blind but now I see

The lovely thing about travelling is meeting and talking to other, like minded, people. But the best part is that if you don’t really like them you can just walk away and never see them again! Although we have yet to meet anyone we have not liked, yet, as everyone we have been lucky enough to meet has been so interesting. When people find out you are travelling for a while, as opposed to being (God forbid) just another holidaymaker, they seem to open up and want to help as much as possible.

Having lived in Kensington for such a long time, I had become used to the usual conversations at various Kensington social gatherings:
“Oh Ranj let me introduce you to James, he’s related to Lord Wiffenpoof, big in cows”
Me proffering hand only to have it crushed in a rather too manly fashion
“Hi I’m Ranj, lovely to meet you” gently rubbing life back into hand
James looks bored already “oh…hi”
James then looks me up and down, and then comes the question I’ve been dreading; ” so what do you do?”

And that’s the problem, you are immediately judged on what you do, and I hate it. The best thing about meeting people here is no one is really very interested in what you do, rather why you are doing whatever you are doing. I’ve had the same thing with our Kiwi and Ozzie mates in London at a barbecue. It was only after the barbecue, as we had said our goodbyes, that I realised that for the whole afternoon not one person had asked the dreaded question, not one! Wonderful!

So now I am learning not to judge a book by its cover, and assume that everyone here is after my money, although most of them are and I appear to be losing the battle. But recently I have become more savvy, and so I let Claude deal with them, and I sit and scowl at them letting them know subconsciously that I’m onto them.

In my typically English way I asked politely if I could borrow a seat to watch the Brasil Germany game “5 Reais” without blinking, or laughing! I felt somewhere better when Germany beat Brasil 7-1 as was hoping this man may be blaming his Karma for the result!

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…

I only wanted a little swim!

I love Brazil, it’s an assault on all your senses, from the smells to the sounds to the sights. It’s also a full blown assault on your wallet, especially when the world cup is on. Although we knew it wouldn’t be cheap so I can’t complain, but I do feel a little like I have a target on my back.

Brazil’s hilarious as it grinds to a halt when theres a game on, let alone when Brazil are playing! We had asked for something in the room and were told it would be delivered when the game had finished, no “would you mind…?” just “no” for a moment it felt strangely Parisian. There was absolutely no one on the streets either as the bars and restaurants were crammed with people. I don’t think any nation on earth could be as football mad as Brazil, the atmosphere is amazing because of it.

So the other day we were leaving Salvador for the little island of Boipeba, out in the middle of nowhere which, with enough luggage to sink a small boat became a bit of an undertaking.

Taxi to port: Check (30mins)

Ferry to Bom Despacho: Check (1 hour)

Coach to Valenca: check (1 1/2 hours)

Speedboat to Boipeba: check (1 hour of hanging on)

Boy to carry luggage in little wheelbarrow that was bigger than him: check (15 minutes)

Tractor for last 4 kms through flipping rainforest: CHECK! (15 minutes)

And after all that…we finally arrived at a little slice of paradise in the middle of nowhere at Casa Bobo a little eco resort. Right now we are all sat on our bungalows veranda listening to crickets, and other animals that if I were walking down an alley late at night and heard the same sound I’d turn around and walk the other way but it’s ok here as we are in the middle of nowhere… But despite the strange noises it really is beautiful here, it’s all little bungalows with wooden walkways and low lighting.

Now some people might say that eco is synonymous with the guilt ridden green excuse to extort wads of cash from unsuspecting mugs like me, and they’d be right of course, but now that we are here I can see why people love it so much and it really is worth every penny.

So after a lovely dinner of pasta with lobster we sat on the veranda looking up at the night sky which was filled with stars, more than I have ever seen anywhere. And once again I realise how incredibly lucky we are to be able to be here together…Although I haven’t seen the bill yet so in four days time it could be a completely different story!

Oh and on a final note anyone thinking of travelling to Salvador, take note, everything seems to cost 20 Reais:

Excuse me, how much move my luggage 20 meters when I could have done it “20 Reais signor”

Excuse me signor taxi driver how much to drive just around the next corner? “20 Reais”

Excuse me how… “20 Reais”

You’re starting to see the pattern? That target’s getting bigger and bigger, and as long as we keep ravelling with half the world in our luggage I fear it can only get worse so as soon as possible we will be unburdening ourselves of as much “stuff” as possible. You should have seen us today, it was embarrassing, we looked like American tourists.

Right I have to go now and spend the next half hour chasing a bloody mosquito around our room with an eco slipper!