We are not tired of Brasil, Salvador where we have made, one more time, a good cleaning to our Skoiern, Jacare and João Pessoa wehre the kids conduct their cows riding horses, where the “lanchas” stay the best mean of transport to join the villages across the river, Fortaleza and his fishermen riding their unbelievable jangadas which we cross in open sea, sometimes at 40 miles from the coast, the feet in the water, standing with their huge sail spread out like a wing. Then it’s the river Para, in Amazonia, where we sail up to Soure, in Marajo island. The bufalos have replaced the horses and , again it’s the magic of the river where all occurs, the horses transported with the humans waiting in their hammocks, the zebus, dischaged in a savage manner, the fishermen which rounded us at night. We met again our red ibis and this time we have followed them in the mangrove, we will not see them again before long…
In Surinam, change of scenery : even if we are on a river, there is some differences, it’s more hot, the thunderstorms are more frequent and overall it is a curious mixing of Nederlands, Indonesia, Africa….there is roads, beautiful houses with painted roofs and
Paramaribo looks at times like South Africa. All sorts of animals are sold, when they are not eated, and we were on the point to buy a small monkey, let’s say Anne Marie…
We are now in the Caribian seas, in Tobago, Charlotteville, Pirates bay, waiting quietly at anchor the good season to go on, this times through West. Here it’s another paradise, but it is another story….
