Getting to the Amazon was a long, time-consuming, expensive voyage, and it was worth every penny, yawn, and worry. My travel pal, Kristen, and I left the port at 04:00 on Sunday before the sun even came up and jumped a plane headed south, to Brasilia. From there, we headed northwest and landed in Manaus, where we hopped onto a boat that would take us to our destination, the Ariaú Amazon Towers.
Ariaú was the brainchild of Jacques Cousteau. It’s a beautiful place, built high above the floor of the rainforest with layers of catwalks as tall as 70 ft high stretching between the towers. Everything was wooden. The rooms were small and beautiful, and seemingly every wall had a lovely painting.
However, I am exhausted... not so much physically, though. I can't put my finger on what it is tha--oh, yeah, I want to go to sleep because when I'm unconscious, I don't have to feel ashamed to be a part of this student body. You will not believe how drunk and loud the group across the deck from me is. No exaggeration: these people are waking up half the floor. It's 3:30am.
More pictures to come very soon (my battery is running out).
3 comments:
That one almost sounded completely optimistic. I like the picture.
(a mom friendly comment)
Huh. You've been to Manaus? What's next, Borneo? I almost hate you (but if you're going to explore Borneo too that almost will disappear immediately), you know. And I don't have time to google-earth stalk you. Huh, from what I've read from these posts your student body sound almost slovenian. I'm so sorry for that. Ah, you're free to dispose of Henry if it pleases you. Great, now I can only think of cheesy Godfather lines. You know, reading your log entries is like watching Umberto D. Beautiful, but it makes you kinda, sort of... sad.
And guess what, I almost had everything arranged for my trans-siberian trip to Bejing in april. But then my brother backed out just because his wife's having a baby and she will not let him leave her. I mean, c'mon.. how can a baby even compare to a three week trip to China and Mongolia?:)
I'm talking utter crap, I know. Blame the caffeine. Please. please.
I miss you (being less miserable).
Egon/Edvard
this is the first time i've read this blog.
it's funny how the contemporary rhetoric of multiculturalism in the u.s. brings bigotry into an even sharper relief. i'm so sorry.
this might sound sentimental, but maybe you can shake things up on this "diversity panel" if you talk loud enough. make things awkward.
too bad i couldn't come with you. at least then we'd be able to roll our eyes in tandem.
shit--i have to go to dance class. i'll keep in better touch.
-love, jesse
p.s. got you postcard.
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