Wow. I don’t even know how to describe how crazy/amazing/fun Brazil was. We are about to exit the mouth of the Amazon and make our way across the Atlantic toward Ghana. I can’t believe how fast this past week has gone by. A week ago I was praying I was going to make it out of the Amazon alive, and now I would do anything to go back to the land of crazy animals. We took so many pictures and video, and I can’t wait to share them with all of you when I get back. I was able to upload some in Manaus on our last day, and I’m hoping Aimee will be able to add them to this blog post.
We spent our first day exploring Manaus with a group of friends. We went shopping through the street markets, where Catherine, Matt and I bought our Indiana Jones hats. We think we look really cool, but everyone else makes fun of us. We just think they’re jealous….
We went to the Mercado Municipal, which is the local fish market. It is huge, and has thousands of live fish flopping all over. It was so cool! We walked through the whole market, and then went out back for lunch. They have all different kinds of fish that have just been caught, and you pick out your fish and they put it on a stick and cook it right in front of you. It was the best fish we have ever eaten in our lives~
We went back to the ship for a couple of hours, and then went back out for a Samba party that one of the professors had put together. I don’t think he realized how huge this was going to get, but it was our first night in Brazil with hundreds of students needing something fun to do. Manaus was ready for us, and put on a huge performance, with hundreds of people using instruments, singing and dancing for us. I think it was preparation for Carnival, and it was so amazing. After they were done they pulled all of the SAS students and faculty into the streets to dance with them to their music. It was such a different atmosphere from a regular college campus…our professors were out there with us having so much fun. We got back around midnight, and had to start packing for our Amazon adventure in the morning.
Amazon Adventure: January 24-26
Catherine and I really had no idea what we were getting ourselves into when we got picked up on Monday. We knew that we were going to be in the middle of nowhere, but we never expected to make the most amazing friends from all over the world and conquer some of our biggest fears in only three days. We picked up two guys from Germany, one from Brazil, and a girl from Switzerland on our way to the dock. Marna, our new Swiss friend, sat in the back of the boat during our hour-long trip to the lodge, and we became good friends. The three of us were kind of upset because we had been told we would see the Meeting of the Waters, and then they told us we couldn’t go see it. We were worried that our company may be a scam, but the actual company we worked with ended up being amazing. When we got to the floating “lodge”, which is really making it sound twenty times nicer than it actually was, the head guy in charge asked us if we wanted to spend the night in the jungle. He felt bad, because our tour coordinator was a scam, and didn’t want us to think that the actual place was not worth what we had paid. We decided we should do the night in the jungle, and got our stuff ready. Marna, Catherine and I got into a canoe with three Italian girls, and a Native man who was like… a foot shorter than me. He brought a jug of water, a pot, and a machete with him for our night in the jungle.
When we got to the other side of the river, he led us on a 20-minute walk through the jungle. We finally got to our sleeping area, a small, cleared out space, with logs to hang our hammocks from and burned sticks from a previous fire. While the native, who still had no name, started chopping wood with his machete, we started to hang up our hammocks and mosquito nets. We helped him make a fire, by waving leaves and finding kindle. While we were all talking, we started to realize our native was chopping up a chicken about ten feet away from us. It was gross. He put it on a stick, and hung it over the fire. I told Catherine there was no way I was going to eat that.
It was the best chicken I have ever had in my entire life. Native man must have put some secret recipe on it from some spices in the jungle or something. We ate out of leaf bowls that he made for us, and we had to use the multi talented machete to carve utensils out of wood from the ground. It was kind of cool being resourceful and having everything we needed to survive with the minimal amount of supplies we brought. The sun set after we ate dinner, and we all looked at each other, wondering what we were supposed to do. We had little flashlights, but nowhere to sit and no games to play. It was 7:30, and we just started to get ready to go to bed. We finally asked our guide what his name was, and we’re not sure if we pronounced it correctly, but he was known as Almodo for the rest of the trip. Almodo asked us if we wanted to go on a tarantula walk before we went to bed. The other girls wanted to go of course, so Catherine and I went along. Well…the walk took about 30 seconds before we saw our taranch, which really made us feel comfortable with our sleeping arrangements. We went back to our hammocks after, and started playing the famous person game. Between the 7 of us, there were four native languages (Italian, Swiss-German, English, Portuguese), with the language that everyone could speak to each other in being Spanish. It was really kind of cool to be with so many foreign people after being cooped up in a ship with hundreds of Americans. Everyone went to bed around 8:30. Catherine and I stayed up all night. Every hour or so we would whisper to each other and make sure the other was awake. It was scary hearing all of the animals around us. Almodo told us the next day that there were wild pigs running around, which is probably why I thought Indians were running through our camp in the middle of the night, planning to capture us and eat us for breakfast. Almodo kept us safe, and would get up throughout the night to check and make sure we were still alive.
I got out of my hammock as soon as there was some light, and watched as Almodo started the fire again, and made coffee. He always caught me staring at him, and would laugh. I just thought it was so legit that this guy lived on his own in the jungle sometimes, had feet that looked like hands because he had never worn shoes, and used one machete to do everything.
After everyone got up, he made us breakfast with the eggs he had brought, and we made our own version of a Tiger muffin (Pacific b-fasts) with a cracker and egg. Then he told us that we would go on a jungle walk, which really turned into a jungle hike. He started on a path, and then decided to wack his machete through the untouched parts of the jungle, and looked at the sun and trees to find his way. I thought we were definitely going to get lost and never be found, or just eaten by an anaconda. But he found his way to everything he wanted to show us, and we were back to camp in two hours. We packed up our stuff, and headed back to the beach to be picked up by the canoe. We had to wait on the beach for a while, and Catherine and I interviewed each other on video about our night in the jungle. We just watched all of them last night, after I put together a video of our trip, and we can’t believe how delirious and just ridiculous we are in them. Hopefully I’ll be able to upload them once I get to Ghana.