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Written by Linda
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Monday, 26 February 2007 |
It’s the beginning of February and stories continue to swirl in my mind from our travel to Brasil. I wish we would have had better connectivity in the Amazon and elsewhere in order to memorialize every moment, but it was not to be. The irony is that we had better WiFi and cell service in Africa.
Nevertheless, I remain hypnotized by our days South America, to the point where I’m having serious issues coming back. Sure. I’m here physically, but as my sister, Sandra, said to me a few weeks back, “How do you come back from something like that?”
Truth is, you don’t.
At least I haven’t yet. I’ve seen things that my mind has yet to reconcile with what I called reality before travelling to this fascinating place. The concept of time is likely the most significant. Sure, the United States has its variations on time and cultural standards; i.e. how it’s magically drawn long in the South versus what we all know to be a New York minute.
In Brasil, no matter where you are, you actually feel it passing. You think you’re conscious, but before you know it, you’ve fallen into this tropical trance.
In providing Bruce with a travel prelude before he had been to Brasil: there’s no smell or feeling or experience like it. We’ve been to our share of tropical locations from Hawaii to the Bahamas, from the Great Barrier Reef (the GBR as the locals call it) to Jamaica. Brasil is a place unto itself.
Where else smells, tastes or feels like the Rain Forest? It’s different and unfamiliar and requires an adventurous spirit. And when you’re done, you’re exhausted because of all the newness. I don’t mean newness, like catching the latest movie at the theater or even moving to a new town to live. I mean a newness where familiar is nowhere to be found and there you are, in a learning-processing free fall with no sign of landing.
There’s an antidote for everything in the Rain Forest. Every tree, bush, bug, is a cure for something. And each remedy grows in harmony right next to the other tree, bush and bug that will “kill you in 15 minutes,” as we learned throughout each of our hikes and tours.
And as the forest offers remedies, so too, do the beautiful people of Brasil offer parables and remedies and life lessons for what ails you. Not by preaching, but by exuding a deep and authentic kindness to those in their path.
As a kid, I was taught to leave the people and places I came upon better than I found them. In church, it was a reference to souls. In Girl Scouts, it was camp sites.
Eduardo
We were coming back from the Ariau in the heart of the Amazon. There we had stayed in a tree house that defies description. Later I was told it was touted as one of the world’s top ten most bizarre places to stay. I can attest that in this case “bizarre” means extremely different than anything
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Saturday, 06 January 2007 |
Filmed by Elliot Nicks
In the afternoon the Caiman Hunter took the hair off Elliot's leg playing socer. In the evening she wrestles caiman.
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