Demarcation Diaries
31 August 2001
"We're already at Juruá."
Those were the first words I heard today, said by Agnaldo, who
sleeps in the
hammock next to mine.
Well, in fact Manuel had been talking for more than one hour,
while I was half-sleeping/half-awaken, but since I didn't understand
a word, it didn't count. A delicious night of sleeping (getting
more and more used to the hammock), but cold. Here days are quite
hot, and the nights are cold, especially for me because I live
in Rio. The American and the Europeans don't seem to feel so cold.
Forest buring in the
distance
The Juruá river has the same brown waters
as the Solimões, but it is not as wide, and maybe even
more beautiful. There are some beaches, which, by this hour, are
partially illuminated by the full moon, whose reflection on the
waters is also very beautiful. The smell is delicious.
Today we learned on how to use the compass, GPS, and what to
do if we get lost. The teams were divided, I will stay with the
Com. Sávio, as expected, where we have the small hospital
with microscope and medications. But I do really want to go into
the jungle! According to Manuel there will be rotations, and I
expect that our loved leader will send me with the teams to the
forest as soon as possible (hope he reads this!). I can also come
back to the ship if needed.
Talk to you tomorrow, amigos.
Márcio
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