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River Dolphins

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005

1 August 2005 (Monday) – To Manaus, Brazil

Unbelievable. I had been here on the riverboat for 5 nights now! OK, I had some battles with my cold and the food, but overall, my spirits were up and I remained cheery and smiley. Yes, the spirit of Maqroll had stayed with me.

Depending on where the sun was shining, I would sit on the side with the shade. The riverboat usually hugged closer to one side of the bank. Now, I happened to be facing the bank with the wide expanse of water on its side. I marvelled at how the river surface alternatively changed from a smooth, golden, undulating piece of silk to full of tiny, little ripples and then, back again later. I breathed in the morning air and gazed and gazed. Then, I spotted a hump! Yes, again, the hump! It was going in the opposite direction and my eyes followed it for a while before it disappeared. I was sure of it – it must have been a river dolphin! Wow, what luck!

My faithful companion of this riverboat trip had been Mario Vargas Llosa’s ‘The War of the End of the World’, a fictional book but based on a true event in Brazil, very descriptive of a religious uprising that happened in 1897 in Canudos, Bahia and the military attacks against it. As it is about war, the description had been absolutely gory, as Vargas Llosa did not mince his words with the mutilations, the rapes, the wholesale massacres. Each time I came across something revolting, I would grimace and lift my eyes up from the book. And during these moments, I got a chance to gaze at the change in scenery.

Yes, the scenery does change a little. While at first, it had been truly wild jungle with very tall trees and thick foliage, occasionally with a little wooden house or just small pockets of land with some houses, we had started to come across more and more cleared settlements, grazing plots of land for cattle, alternating with forest or swamps. Sometimes, I looked up and the bank would be very far away, a mere thin line in the horizon… other times, before I know it, we would be much closer to the bank where it was possible to see the trees and houses.

And it was during one of these sudden looking up from the book that I spotted a few humps, here and there, and realised that we must have a pod of river dolphins just swimming alongside us! Wow, I looked around me and no one else seemed to be paying attention. Then, they were gone.

Well, they were my memories to keep.

This Thing Called Beef

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005

31 July 2005 (Sunday) – To Manaus, Brazil

Sniff sniff?? Cold’s gone.

Right. Food food food… I felt bad having to devote some time talking about the food here, but I guess it was on my mind for quite a lot of times these past days that I must talk about it.

In the first place, I would like to thank the crew for keeping the hall and toilets amazingly, OK, relatively clean, considering the population living here in this confined spot. (Yep, start with the praise first, before going down for the kill). Also, I had no idea how food is like in OTHER riverboats, so it is probably unfair to comment but, anyway… I had indeed read in the guidebook that in some riverboats, the food was just rice, spaghetti and beans. Now, that would have been outright attempted genocide. So, thank goodness, Amazon Star serves 1 more dish of meat. Good job! Way to go!

So far, since Thursday, there had been ONE spotting of chicken. The rest had been beef beef beef. But chicken or beef, the chef had only ONE recipe and ONE set of spices to cook with. So, everything tasted the same. Yesterday, at the Santarem port, I saw a guy heave several half-cows over to our riverboat and indeed, today, both lunch and dinner, the food had been identical – beef.

The beef, done Brazilian style, is always very overcooked, tough and dry. I know I cannot compare with the Argentinian way of cooking beef because that is probably the way to prepare beef for gods and goddesses. And here, at the Amazon River, we are just mere mortals, pathetic peasants, we are not worth it.

I watched the other Brazilians pile up a mountain of rice, spaghetti, beans and the beef and some sauce, sprinkle the plate with manioc flour, add more strange yellow sauce even before tasting the food and then, mix everything up into an unrecognisable glob and dig into the plate with gusto. And my insides turned.

Meanwhile, with one hand propping my forehead up, and the other multi-tasking by spooning into my mouth the rice and some beef, and then, reaching for the cup of water to wash everything down, and stirring the spoon around the plate to play with the food and repeating, I finished my plate… eventually. One lady had looked at me with some amusement and asked me if I liked the food. Well…

Later, I spotted the tourists who had gotten off at Santarem yesterday got away with sandwiches today. The lucky ‘uns!

Halfway Point

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
30 July 2005 (Saturday) - To Manaus, Brazil We only reached Santarem, our halfway point today. Hmmm... now I realised that we would arrive in Manaus next Tuesday, not Monday. So, I would spend 6 nights here, not 5 nights. Alright, ... [Continue reading this entry]

Too Many Onions

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
29 July 2005 (Friday) - To Manaus, Brazil I was beginning to recognise certain characters sharing my hammock class by now - a couple of old geezers, some women recognisable by their children, guys who wear the same pair of pants ... [Continue reading this entry]

Spirit of Maqroll

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
28 July 2005 (Thursday) - To Manaus, Brazil Today is the second month anniversary of my travel! And I am 'celebrating' it, I supposed, by gazing at the Amazon River. As it was the first day, many people still seemed ... [Continue reading this entry]