Alter do Chão
By the third day on the boat, Finn was starting to go a little crazy, especially after the Captain had delayed their arrival by 1o hours getting beached on a sand bank for most of the previous day. Finally, the Amazon Star pulled into the sleepy fishing town of Santarém, just after midday. After a pizza and beer lunch, Finn decided to hop on a local bus to the nearby river-beach resort of Alter do Chão which had been recommended to him by a local on the boat.
The bus journey was cramped and uncomfortable, but this was more than made up for by the idyllic scene that awaited him when he eventually arrived. Alter do Chão lay on the banks of the deep- green Lagoa Verde separated from the Amazon only by an unfeasibly beautiful strip of golden sand, lush with palm trees and beach huts reaching out into the water. Beyond the peninsula stretched virgin rainforest climbing up onto a small mountain range, overlooking the whole area.
The village itself had a small square with several restaurants, shops and pousadas looking out onto the water, and he small harbour held several fishing boats and canoes ferrying passengers over to the beach peninsula.
After checking himself into one of the pousadas, Finn headed straight down to the dock and took a canoe ride over to the unseemly strip of perfect, white beach. He spent the afternoon lazing in a hammock drinking coconuts, and taking it in turns to swim in the warm waters of the Lagoa on one side and the Amazon on the other. He could have endured a whole week on the boat if he´d known he was going to end up in here.
The bus journey was cramped and uncomfortable, but this was more than made up for by the idyllic scene that awaited him when he eventually arrived. Alter do Chão lay on the banks of the deep- green Lagoa Verde separated from the Amazon only by an unfeasibly beautiful strip of golden sand, lush with palm trees and beach huts reaching out into the water. Beyond the peninsula stretched virgin rainforest climbing up onto a small mountain range, overlooking the whole area.
The village itself had a small square with several restaurants, shops and pousadas looking out onto the water, and he small harbour held several fishing boats and canoes ferrying passengers over to the beach peninsula.
After checking himself into one of the pousadas, Finn headed straight down to the dock and took a canoe ride over to the unseemly strip of perfect, white beach. He spent the afternoon lazing in a hammock drinking coconuts, and taking it in turns to swim in the warm waters of the Lagoa on one side and the Amazon on the other. He could have endured a whole week on the boat if he´d known he was going to end up in here.
posted by Dan Osborne | 16.1.06
2 Comments:
on my next meditation this is where i shall be x
I wouldn't swim in the Amazon mate, .....well if you do....don't pee in it, as those little fish things that swim up your urethra and lay eggs in your bladder will cause no end of unluckiness! And then there are those little fish that have little umbrella type things on their snout loaded with spikes that fan out at an opportunisitic moment in the urethra. Again an enthralling prospect.
I bet Finn can't guess who posted this one!
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