Brazil:  Amazon and Salvador da Bahia, July 2009
A Jungle Plantation, Sloths, and Football Games
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We wandered around the plantation, looking at their plentiful passion fruit, or maracujŠ, and bell peppers.

Afterwards, we hung out in the room facing the river.  Hammocks were strung from the top for resting or sleeping, and the entire house was built of hardwoods.  If the river's waters rose higher and submerged the house, the wood would not rot.  They'd clean it out and it'd be fine.

The room also had a couple of shelves with various keepsakes, a TV (which ran on a generator that several families had all purchased together), schoolbooks, and photos of various family members on football teams.

Lisa tried some sweet homemade coffee.  I purchased three necklaces strung with porcupine spines.

Mo's son told everyone about his adventure catching crabs.

The super friendly family coming out to say goodbye.

In addition to growing various things, they also pick Brazil nuts, but go into the jungle to do so, wading through water to gather fallen pods.

Mo gets ready to fire up the motor.


The family's fifteen year old daughter smiles as we leave to go back to the lodge.

Mo felt that about 70% of the families in this region were Indian, and that they spoke Portuguese and a combination of Portuguese and Indian.

We got back to the lodge and checked our washed clothes to see if they were dry, a daily ritual for those of us staying at the lodge.  This morning had been mostly overcast, with thunder in the distance, and it had rained a little last night.  Our clothes, even our pillow cases, were taking a long time to dry.  My washed socks hung for two days before completely drying.

While at the plantation, we found that they were playing their Sunday football match against one of the neighboring villages.  We asked to go.  And so in the afternoon, we set out for the football field.  By boat, of course.

On the way to the football match, Mo's ever-keen eye was ever on the lookout, somehow spotting this three-toed sloth perched high up in the tree and completely still, where they often stayed for most of the day, safe from predators.  And should a predator mess with it, the sloth had some formidable hooked claws waiting for them.

Often, even after Mo pointed out the sloths, we'd struggle to spot it, as they blended with the tree quite well.

The overcast skies of the Amazon rainforest, with thunder in the distance, didn't deter anyone from going to the local football game.

Egrets, I've had a few...

We docked the boat and trampled ashore.  But as I walked up to the field, I was enchanted by three football spectators, who initially gawked up at me with great curiosity.  I suppose there's not many 6 ft. tall Asians in these parts?  Or maybe I had some leftover hot sauce on my nose?

I made it up to the football (futebol) game just as it began drizzling lightly.  The game was well under way.  The field sloped downward toward one goal.  I hoped that they switched sides midway through the game.

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