River Town, Afuá

I’m in a wonderful little town called Afuá. No cars, motorcycles, or even electric bikes. The town is on the water on an island called Marajo which is in the Amazon delta next to the Atlantic Ocean. The ground here is swampy especially when the tide is high so all the buildings are elevated above ground and wooden bridges connect everything. Arriving by boat is the only way to reach this place. While flying my drone I’ve met many people. One day I was flying my drone on a little pier and 3 little girls came up to ask me what I was doing. The drone always attracts people. I showed them the video in my phone and took some video of all of us. The girls were estatic and I they didn’t want me to leave. Also, I filmed some young people dancing on top of a boat and jumping from the very high part of the boat into the water. It was a videographer’s dream. I was in the right place at the right time.

Mask Hysteria

Lot’s of people still wearing masks. I never felt the need to wear one. I just think it’s hysteria. 99% or more survival rate. It’s like the flu. I’m sure it’ll be around next year, too. Here it has been decreed that all the passenger boats cease operations for a week so I’m stuck in Afuá for while.

Strange Encounter in a Men’s Bathroom

From Afua I took a clandestine boat to Macapa and the next day boarded a plane to Fortaleza from which to go to Jericoacoara to visit Silvana, my ol’ friend who I met in Porto Alegre back in 2004. The following happened in the Belem Airport. It’s something that happens frequently. Creepy gay men trying to create some sexual encounter. Very annoying but part of life. I sit down in the airport seating area at the gates to board the planes. In the row of seats behind mine which face the opposite direction sits a guy who is turned around like 180 degrees trying his best to look at me and/or make eye contact. So I stand up and walk about 10 feet away so he would have to put himself in an even more uncomfortable position to make visual contact. But hey, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he’s not gay. Maybe I’m just imagining it. Time passes and I gather my stuff to go to my gate. On the way there I hit the bathroom. In the bathroom are a row of 5 urinals I go to the one all the way to the left. Then a guy enters and uses the one right next to me. Jeez. Normally, guys don’t like to piss next to each other if they don’t have to. I’m thinking “this guy doesn’t know the unwritten rules?” Then I notice it’s the gay guy from outside that was trying to get my attention. Figures. I’m never wrong about this. At least there was a partition between us so he couldn’t oogle my cock while panting with his tongue out. That happened to me in Europe years ago.

Beach Town Jericoacoara

Back in the touristy beach village, Jericoacoara. It’s paradise like. Yet now there’s very little tourism. Plus, the bars, and restaurants, and surf and sailing classes are all closed. It’s depressing.

I spend about a week here and hang out with my friend Silvana, We did some work around the Pousada she runs. Year work. Smoked and talked, listened to music, cooked, and watched movies day and night. I was sad to leave.

Conclusion

Anyways I’m going to Sao Paulo regardless. Perhaps, I’ll meet my future wife there. If I live anywhere Sao Paulo is where I would want to live.