After a couple days on the Maranhão coast, we’re proud to announce the following: 1) we’re having a great time; 2) we haven’t yet overdosed on fresh fish oils; and 3) we have, by some minor miracle Jeremy thinks, avoided getting sunburned. The picture at left is of the Lençóis Maranhenses, in the national park on the Maranhão coast of the same name. The gullies and valleys between these dunes collect rainwater from December through May, then dry up in the subsequent months. We visited on Tuesday, and went for a swim in several of the shallow lakes. One never goes dry, and has a few billion (maybe more?) tiny fish in it. We’ve also walked through old-town São Luis, and can’t decide if it’s charmingly rustic or desperately run-down (or both). Downtown, we found some wonderfully purple liquor (aguardiente da mandioca), but decided that the risk of potential blindness wasn’t worth it. At our hotel (right on the beach), we’ve put a hurting on the gorgonzola pasta and cuxá rice, not to mention the caipirinhas and…oh, yeah, the fish. And more fish. We’ll be heading back to Santarém tomorrow night. We’ll write at least one more post from there before Maddy leaves Brazil on Sunday for her 5-flight, 6-city voyage home to California.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
...and we're not burned to a crisp
After a couple days on the Maranhão coast, we’re proud to announce the following: 1) we’re having a great time; 2) we haven’t yet overdosed on fresh fish oils; and 3) we have, by some minor miracle Jeremy thinks, avoided getting sunburned. The picture at left is of the Lençóis Maranhenses, in the national park on the Maranhão coast of the same name. The gullies and valleys between these dunes collect rainwater from December through May, then dry up in the subsequent months. We visited on Tuesday, and went for a swim in several of the shallow lakes. One never goes dry, and has a few billion (maybe more?) tiny fish in it. We’ve also walked through old-town São Luis, and can’t decide if it’s charmingly rustic or desperately run-down (or both). Downtown, we found some wonderfully purple liquor (aguardiente da mandioca), but decided that the risk of potential blindness wasn’t worth it. At our hotel (right on the beach), we’ve put a hurting on the gorgonzola pasta and cuxá rice, not to mention the caipirinhas and…oh, yeah, the fish. And more fish. We’ll be heading back to Santarém tomorrow night. We’ll write at least one more post from there before Maddy leaves Brazil on Sunday for her 5-flight, 6-city voyage home to California.
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