Campinas – Danny’s farewell.

I arrived back in Campinas after a very long bus journey. I think it was about 24hours in total and I travelled on 4 different buses. The walk from the bus station to Paulo and Lorena’s house was one of the fastest I have ever done. I think it was due to the looks I was getting from various peoples and the questions I would be asked along the way. I think one guy asked me for money and when I said I didn’t understand him he gave me a very angry look. He followed me for about 100m, but I think his friend called him back.
It was great to be back in familiar surroundings. The boys were happy to see me and it was great to be able to spend time with Danny before he was to return to Chile. He had been here learning Portuguese, as he wants to study Medicine at University and to be able to do that in Brazil, you need to be proficient in Portuguese. He was returning to Chile to sit an Examination in both written and spoken Portuguese. (Post writing: from what I hear he went quite well). I think it will be sad to see him go, as he has been a companion for my time here in Brazil. We have talked most nights until late, as we have almost always slept in the same room, hung out, spoken about things, even the differences he notices with the culture of Brazil and how it varies from Chile. At first I thought that they were very similar, but as time goes by, I have noticed the differences. Honestly, I think some here can be very two faced, they say one thing, while thinking and doing another, and they can turn on you in the blink of an eye. However, I think that is similar to people in the rest of this world… human nature and not God nature!
We had a “Goodbye Party” for Daniel, were most of the family came to eat and drink and spend time with him before his departure. Something that I find a little embarrassing here is that everyone gets a chance to say some positive and negative thoughts about the person leaving. I am not sure why you would say bad things at someone’s going away party, but you do. Basically everyone spoke about how they had noticed some changes in Daniel from when he first arrived in Brazil, how he had matured in his thoughts and actions. I just know that I will miss our times of talking and discussing various issues from family to love lives to what we would do when I visit him in Chile. I know that I had difficulties understanding him at the start of my time in Brazil but I think that we have developed a good friendship over the time.


Saudades Amigo!

I drove Danny to the bus station at 4am and made sure that he was on the bus by 5, as he had a flight at 9am. The airport in Sao Paulo is terrible, so you need to allow 3hours to get through check-in, security and customs and then your plane may be delayed because of the Air Traffic Controllers and you have to accept it. I have heard stories of people spending 3 nights in the airport because their domestic flight has been delayed. It was a lonely drive back to the house, a feeling that I had not had for some time.

I had also met another guy a few weeks earlier and he had become friendly with Daniel too. His name is Raphael and his Dad is English and his Mum is Brazilian. We started to hang out a bit, which was great, as I could speak to another native English speaker and not have to choose my words, as he understood what I said. I met some of his Brazilian friends in a bar one night, as he is in a church group that is reaching out to non-Christians, through discussion groups and pub visits, meeting with them, at their level, like Paul in Athens. I guess it is an extension of the concept of ‘Counter-meal Friday’. It was great to be able to chill out and talk about differences in culture, as he can see it from both sides, having a mixture of both in his own family. After discussions with his Mum, it turns out that she is 2nd cousins with the parent’s of my friend Mylana in Brasilia. It is such a small world. She actually started to describe Mylana and her family in detail. It is a small world.
During this time I also branched out and spent time with some local Brazilian people that I had met. Hanging out and having ice-creams, juices, going to the various Shopping Malls around Campinas (note: people use the Shopping Malls for social gatherings as they are safer than meeting in the streets. There is less of a chance of muggings, theft, etc.) We would also went to the centre of town, where I had my watch battery changed and a new wrist band put on, all for the price of 7 Reais, about $4.50 Aust. Now where can you get that done in Australia?

I also went to the local theme park, called Hpoi Harry, with Alex, Karen and Andrea. I had a load of fun, but as I am a little scared of heights, ohh, some of the rides were not good for me. There is one rider, where they strap you in and you go vertically up for about 70metres, very slowly. Once you reach the top, you are there for what seams to be an eternity, when they just let you go. You fall for about 2-3 seconds reaching a top speed of about 90Km per hour. I am still trying to find my stomach and all my muscles are still aching. I dreamt for a week that I was falling and would wake up in cold sweats... However it was a very enjoyable day. That's a photo of the tower.
I also spent time researching information for my upcoming trip to the Amazon, the North and the North-East regions of Brazil. I like to be prepared, especially when you are travelling solo. I wanted to make sure that I had the right information before I left, so I cross-checked the facts that I found. Some was a little bogus, while others, it seems, was spot on. I can’t wait! It has been a dream of mine for many years to travel to the Amazon, to go to “The Lungs of the World”

The Pantanal.

After Foz, I caught the bus to Campo Grande, with Stewart. We had spoken to the 2 Irish guys about their time there and had the heads up that we should only need to pay 300 Reais for our time there. The bus was long and tiring. At one bus stop, at a local take away store, the owner’s niece was suggesting to her uncle how to ask, in English, what countries we were from. In my bad Portuguese, I said, “ Eu soy Australiano e meu amigo, Inglaterra.” Which basically means, “I am Australian and my friend, England”. Like I said, bad Portuguese, I should have used the word ‘Ingles’. However people here love it when you try and speak Portuguese. They look at you funny and then they smile and repeat what you said, but in the correct form.
Anyway, we arrived in Campo Grande just after 10am and we were very tired. As soon as we got off the bus, we were mobbed by tour operators wanting to sell us their package, as it was in this newspaper or this travel book and was the best in the area. They were surprisingly polite about it and each one took their turn to talk. We had already decided what we were going to do. We were going to check into the Youth Hostel, eat and shower and then spend time in Campo Grande sight-seeing and looking at what all the packages cost and include. We got the spiel from the guy who owned the Youth Hostel, as he had a tour package as well. After his spiel he said 350Reais each… Stew and I looked at each other and said, we will have a look around because some other guys told us 275 (it was actually 300, but you need to do this to get the right price). He said “ok, 325 final price”. We said OK, we will go and talk to other operators, see what they have and we may come back to you. We went to our rooms to get our wallets and as we were leaving the Hostel were told that the guy wanted to talk to us again. 300Reais it is and we get the night in the Hostel for free. Not bad, but we already knew that the night for free was included from the Lonely Planet Guide Book. That done it was off to walk around town. We watched a local fair, which I found out, was actually “international, no use your car day”, so people were playing music and dancing in the streets and there was also a soccer game being played…typical Brazilians… We found a place to have lunch and a little later I had a haircut. We then went on a guided tour of the city on an open air Double Decker bus. It was all in Portuguese, so I tried to do my best to say a few things to Stew about what we were looking at and why. I don’t think I did a very good job, as I started to chat to the 2 Brazilian girls that were sitting behind me. We later went and had dinner with them. Steward said that he was a little frustrated because of the language barrier. Not to worry, we were off to the Pantanal the next day, which is one of the biggest wetlands in the world.
We spent 3 days there in conditions that were worse than the very bad scout camps that I went on as a kid. My tent never let in bugs the size of small dogs and mozzies. Anyway, the food was good and the conditions were not all that bad. It was actually quite relaxing and reminded me of the times that my family went fishing by the Murray River, as a child, where the farmer’s house was in much the same condition as this place. We had a full itinerary for the whole time we were there. We went on a boat cruise, which was just a metal dingy with an outboard motor. The good thing was that we got to see a wild Jaguar. Another big cat struck off the list of cats to see in the wild. No, I am not a cat lover, I love dogs, but the ‘big cats’ a different. I even got to touch a wild anaconda on that cruise, as well as swim with what I thought were Piranhas biting me, which was confirmed when I asked the driver of the boat. We also went on walks and Jeep Safaris, which happened to be the same thing, they drove us to one place, we then walked a few kms and then were driven back, so that was our Safari. We also did a little fishing for Piranhas, which was exciting, as they just suck the meat off the hook, they don’t really bite it. After catching one, I think I just was really feeding the local population, as I had no more luck. I think the one I caught was a fluke, as he was hooked near the eye and not even in the mouth. I caught it and it was the first one caught, so I’ll claim it… On the morning of the day we were to leave, we went horse riding. It was very slow and very tame. I could imagine the first white people on horseback exploring the country, killing everything they saw or being killed by what they saw. It is very unforgiving country. For a wetland area, it was very dry but then again they had not had rain for about 3 months. I had told the operators that I needed to be back in Campo Grande early, so that I could catch the bus back to Campinas, that night. Like always, ‘Yeah no worries, all is under control, no problem’. Well, the mini-van driver, who we were told would take us all the way to Campo Grande, only took us half way. We then had to organize another bus, which got me to Campo Grande about 5mins before the Bus to Campinas left. So I ran like the wind, paid for my ticket and jumped on the bus. I had to change buses half way, at about 3:30am, but that was alright. I finally arrived in Campinas about lunch time and walked the 5kms to Lorena and Paulo’s house. I was back in Campinas, ready to say goodbye to Danny, who was about to travel back to Chile.

Foz Do Iguaçu.

On the Sunday night I caught the overnight bus to Foz do Iguaçu (The Iguassu Falls). It took about 16hrs on the bus and I even managed to get a few hours sleep. The buses are comfortable here, but you can pay more and get an even better bus, where the seat becomes a bed, I think for the price of these buses, I would rather fly. I left at 7pm sharp on the Sunday and arrived at about 11am on the Monday morning.
I caught a local bus to the city terminal and then another bus to the local McDonalds where I then walk about 5 minutes to the HI Youth Hostel, which would be my home for the next few days. Thank goodness Mum suggested that I take ear plugs with me, when I traveled, just in case. I needed it being in a room with 7 other guys. We were a very multicultural bunch. 2 Aussies (me inc.), 1 x Englishman, 1 x Swiss, 1 x Frenchman, 1 x Spaniard and 2 x Brazilians. The Frenchmen, Antonio, and I got on very well. I think that it was due to this reason... There was an Australian (me) who naturally speaks English, a Frenchmen, who naturally speaks French, both in Brazil, where Portuguese is the official language, communicating with each other in Spanish. Go figure that one out... Antonio´s third language was English, so I guess he enjoyed talking to me about things, that the others could not understand. We also had similar thought patterns and ideas on certain social things. He told me that he travelled around parts of the world for 6 years, taking photographs of himself and friends on motorcycles for a Magazine in Europe, to help pay the bills. He now lives in the South of Spain, hence why his Spanish is so good. We also went out for a meal one night to a Churrascaria, where we were joined by 2 Irish lads and a guy from Finland, who told us stories about how he has fun with his mates. Sitting in a Sauna, at very high temperature, drinking beer and then running out into the snow and jumping into the hole in the ice, swimming around for a minute only to run back into the Sauna to drink more beer. This is done naked…with male friends…hmmm, not really my idea of fun when you do it for a few hours on end…
While in Foz, I went to Itaipu. This is one of the largest Hydro-electrical power generating plants in the World. It supplies 95% of the energy requirements for Paraguay and 25% of Brazil’s power requirements. This place is huge. There are 20 turbines in operation and they have enough space and water to add more, if and when necessary. Yes, they are buses in the photograph attached. They also built an artificial water course for the fish to migrate and they have a whole education programme that revolves around the artificial stream and the plant and animal life that is around it. I think that it is a wonderful display of man’s imagination and determination to obtain electricity in a more environmentally friendly manner, even if they did put a lot of forest under water in the process.
I also traveled to Paraguay for the day and I felt a little more comfortable, even though I was in a much more dangerous environment. Security guards here carried automatic machine guns, pistols and batons. I wondered what the police carried, if they were the Security Guards. I also felt comfortable because I was with the English guy, Stewart. Now Stewart is from up near Yorkshire, he is about 6 foot 4 and is a bricklayer. He is traveling South America, before he catches up with a mate in NZ. They will then work in Australia for 6-12 months. Cuidad del Este, which is the Paraguayan town over the border, is a market town. It thrives on the Brazilian tourists who come and purchase cheaper products. This is due to the high taxation rate that the Brazilian Government puts on technical items and other goods, to protect the Brazilian manufactures and IT companies. Not a bad idea, but when the tax is about 30 – 40%, you can see why the tourists like to visit Paraguay. I even purchased a T-shirt in Paraguay and got searched by Brazilian customs because of it. I was on the bus looking out the window with the T-shirt in a plastic bag on my lap, when all of a sudden I felt someone grapping at my T-shirt. He was about to get a knuckle sandwich, as I thought he was getting a little too familiar, when I realized he was a Customs Official and decided against any form of ‘retaliation’.
The main reason why I travelled to Foz, was to visit The Iguaçu Falls. I had seen photos of these falls in books when I was little and remember seeing them in the movie, The Mission. They were fantastic. Awe inspiring… I can´t express what they were like in words. All I can say is, if you get the chance to go and see this work of God, then you should go. I hope that some of these photos do justice to what I saw. I also went on a boat ride and got very wet. My advice is to go and spend more time on the Argentinean side of the falls. I think that their National Park is far superior, with more things to do and see, for free. The Brazilian side charges for everything, I think even the air you breathe.

Campinas.

I returned to Campinas, by bus, and with my limited Portuguese was able to get the bus driver to stop and let me off close to Karen and Alex’s apartment, at Shopping Campinas. It is about a 5mins round trip from their place, instead of the 40mins to the main bus station in the centre of town. MickyD sundaes taste really good when it is stinking hot. Just thought I would let you know that… I had one while I waited for Karen to collect me.
I stayed for a few days with them, helping out around the apartment, watching a little TV and doing a few other bits and pieces. It was a bit of a relaxing time. We went to the Movies, to the "The Simpsons", in English. Other members of the family went and saw it in Portuguese, and we had to explain a few things to them, such as when Homer is swinging between the Rock and the Hotel called “A Hard Place”. Makes perfect sense to the English speaker, but try explaining it in another language... it looses something in the translation.
Basically my time in Campinas was just chill out time. I went out to the movies, went for walks in the park, ate to much cake and sweet foods… just the usual sort of thing. I went to church where Alex translated for me, which was great or I would have understood only words here and there, as the pastors usually speak loudly and at a very fast rate, when they get excited about what they are talking about. We also went to Sao Paulo for the day, as it was a long weekend and the street markets were on. The main street was packed with people selling and people buying. You could buy all manner of toys, clothing, pirated games and DVD movies… anything you wanted. It was good fun, but I made sure I was in constant contact with my camera and wallet, I didn’t want them to go off walking without me…
I also went to ‘Wet and Wild’, a water theme park, which is similar to the one on Queensland. I think the Aussie one is better. That said, I had a great day in the sun and water. I went with Paulo and Lorena and the family, along with good family friend’s of theirs. All day I went without my T-shirt and surpissingly I didn’t get burnt, I did use a lot of sun-tan lotion, so I think that helped. It was a great day running from one water slide to the next and jumping into pools and eating overpriced food and drink… It was a very relaxing day and I was very tired in the end.
Danny (the cousin from Chile) and I rode the push bikes around town and even got into trouble for ridding the bikes around Taqarual Lake. The police didn’t like us. One guy was really going nuts at me, even after I said “Eu não falo Portuguese”. I don’t think he cared, he was power tripping. The other cop, who Danny was chatting to, was a lot nicer and once Danny told him about our situation, he explained that you could walk your bike but not ride it in the Park. It is just another little adventure in the life of Leigh in Brazil. During this time I also did a little research for my up-coming trip to The Iguassu Falls.