Before long it was time to jump on the boat to Belem. The guy we brought the tickets from arranged for us to be picked up at the hostel and driven to the Port which was a nice touch.
We ended up on the boat, Karin installed in her hammock and me in a cabin. The cabin this time was about the same size as the first except it also had it’s own toilet and shower and the air-conditioning worked.
The locals are somewhat crazy, you know? There was one guy right after we started out from Manaus who came up alongside the boat in a small speed boat and tried to climb aboard. Now the locals normally manage this by tying the smaller boat to our boat first then jumping aboard. This guy didn’t he just reached up and tried to climb up the side of the boat. Unfortunately this was the moment where the engine of the smaller boat cut and the idiot was left clinging to the side of our boat. There was much yelling and waving. The smaller boat powered up and came back alongside. One of the men from our boat jumped to the smaller boat and helped drag the idiot back on the boat. From there they both got back on our boat safely. Sort of.
It’s amazing how fast the days seemed to pass. Despite the dire warnings from people before I started this trip of how bored I was going to be it was anything but. The days just seemed to pass.
I did do one small exploration off the boat when we docked at Santarem since we were there for a few hours. Karin and I teamed up and went for a walk. It didn’t turn out that successful since at first we walked the wrong way and when we finally got ourselves turned around and headed in the right direction we not only did not realize it but we didn’t walk far enough. I only found that out when I talked to the Canadian couple that were two cabins down from me. Oh well.
The sight of Belem looming up on us as we seeming rushed towards it signal led the end of my Amazon River Trip from Iquitos, Peru to Belem in Brazil.
The question of ‘why?’ seemed to spring up quite a bit from people who kept trying to insist I should just take a plane because it was quicker. I’m not sure what I can say to that except it wasn’t about ‘quick’ or seeing Manaus or Santarem. It was about sailing on the Amazon itself.
I don’t even remember how old I was but I remember learning that you could sail down the Amazon river all the way until you hit the ocean. I remember thinking ‘wow, one day I’m going to do that’.
So when I was sitting there in Lima trying to decide where I was going to go next and saw Iquitos and the river stretching across the map through Brazil to Belem. Well. How could I not decide to travel on the river?