Through the Amazon
Crossing the equator between Boa Vista and Manaus (27321)
||The heavy rain pouring noisily on
the roof of our car is no doubt a sign that we have left the
dry Savannah behind us and are entering the deep jungle of the
Amazon basin. We are approaching the Equator, the air is filled
with humidity, we can formally smell the imminent rainy season.
The temperature has risen to 40° Celsius, as we are struggling
through the red soil of the deserted jungle track towards Manaus.
Storks, herons and other bird species are inhabiting swamp and
waterholes along the road, where lush palm trees and dead trunks
are reflecting in the peaceful waters and huge water-lilies are
|Deep potholes and corrugated road
conditions are increasing the more South we are driving. It is
strenuous as we never know how deep the waterfilled holes will
be. Mile by mile we are advancing slowly, passing through many
unlovely timber cuts in the rain forest. But suddenly, at an
Indian reservation, we are in the middle of a wonderful untouched
prime jungle. The dense vegetation on either side of the road
is still virgin, blue-lilac butterflies are flying through the
endless tropical green, and lush red flowers are climbing towards
the light. A group of small Indian boys with bows and arrows
are approaching us with a dead bird hanging over their shoulder.
Later, we meet a stranded family with two little children at
the edge of the flooded track. They have a broken shaft on their
truck and have already waited for four days in this tropical
hell for a spare part from Manaus. They installed themselves
as comfortably as possible at the far end of the dirty track,
fixed their hammocks and a washing line on the trees and are
cooking under the frequent showers of this rainy tropical skies.
Apart from leaving them some food behind, there is not much we
can do for these unfortunate people.
Amazon circuit between Boa Vista and Manaus (27328)
Swampy district in the Amazon (27326)
||In the evening of the seventh day,
after 1'000 km and 50 stressful driving hours, we reach the jungle
port of Manaus. The next days we spend a relaxing time at the
beach Praia Dourada at the Taruma river, a black coloured by-pass
of the Amazon river. We are reading and swimming a lot, and in
the meantime we try to find out about the precarious road conditions
from here to Porto Velho during the rainy season. Very soon our
worries come true. There is absolutely no way overland, as the
road surface is six feet below water level. We will have to ferry
on the streams, either downriver the Amazon to Belem, or upriver
the Madeira to Porto Velho.
|In the busy harbour of Manaus many
old fishing boats are leaving daily to different Amazon destinations.
They all look very exotic with all the colourful hammocks, serving
as sleeping opportunities during their journeys. Nervously, we
are looking around for a cheap passage. And very soon we are
successful: a Portuguese truck driver immediately agrees to load
us on his empty bridge by sharing the transport fee to Porto
Velho. Through a nearby soil platform and using our strong sandladders,
we first drive onto the bridge of the truck and then together
to the pontoon, which will be pushed by a relatively small tug.
During the next five days, this will be our exciting residence.
Harbour in Manaus for Amazon boat trips (27406)
Ponton-Ferry on the Rio Madeira from Manaus to Porto Velho (27512)
||After postponing several times the
announced departure, suddenly towards the evening, everything
is becoming very busy - food and other freight are loaded. Then
we leave the glimmering lights of Manaus definitely behind us.
Together with the ships' crew, we number about 20 people, all
nice and lovely, who try their best to explain to us all the
beauty of their country and teach us their Brazilian language.
In the evenings we often are sitting together at the illuminated
'Plaza' of the board kitchen and are watching with fascination
the fast changing colours of the skies and the silhouettes of
other pontoons passing by, loaded with precious jungle trees.
|Due to the strong current, we are
not sailing in the middle of the Madeira river but along the
edge. Like in a movie the whole wonderful jungle vegetation is
passing by continuously. The high water level has flooded parts
of the rain forest and the Indians have to use their modest dugouts
to reach their scattered wooden huts on stilts. Their numerous
children are watching curiously the busy river life and are waving
happily to us. Most of the people living here are born here and
die here without having seen anything else other than their immediate
environment. Often, we are lucky to watch Dolphins playing -
also pink ones which are living in the waters of the Madeira
river - and screaming monkeys on giant tropical trees.
The jungle is passing by (27537)
Camping on the LKW-bridge during the boat trip (27422)
||The white, slim and high trunks
of the gum trees give a wonderful flash in the endless green.
They deliver the Latex, which is gained by scratching the bark
and collecting the liquid in attached tins. But this lush jungle
vegetation is producing also more products, for example the fibres
for jute bags and edible chestnuts. Now and then we spot the
colourful feathers of tropical birds, and in the mornings we
awake with the noisy screams of parrots. With a predictable regularity,
each afternoon heavy tropical showers are pouring down. Then,
it is getting active on the tranquil pontoon, when the truck
drivers interrupt their siestas in the hammocks hung underneath
their lorries in favour of a refreshing natural shower.
|After the confluence of the black
river Aripuanà in the brownish coloured Madeira river,
we are crossing many floating rafts of the Garimperos, the gold
diggers. They are sucking with huge tubes the mud from the riverbed
and are sifting it carefully through a fine wire net in search
of the glittering metal. Now, at high water level, there are
not so numerous. But in the low water season apparently more
than 2'000 rafts, filled with men hoping to find a fortune, are
inhabiting the waters of the Madeira river.
Rio Madeira (27608)
Stormy atmosphere and sunset at the Rio Madeira (27625)
||We enjoy every moment of this 700
mile long river drive with the tasty food of the board kitchen
and the interesting talks with all the lorry drivers. The only
thing which makes life sometimes difficult are all the big mosquito
swarms on calm nights, and the high humidity which makes even
a rice corn sprout again and is covering the food with two inches
of mould in the shortest of time. But this is belonging as much
to the tropics as the tarantula which finds its way from a floating
tree trunk to our barge.
The scorching heat is nearly unbearable as we reach Porto Velho
safely after a journey of 132 exceptionally beautiful hours on
the river Madeira.