The time has come for us to exit Europe. We passed this graffiti on our way out of French Guiana. Please be reassured that we did not paint this, it was already here. But of course we stopped for a photo! 
The Brazilian side is not well-improved. The roads are unpaved or very pot-holed. But we found some beautiful campsites. And we even took a day to change our front brakes.
The little villages we passed through were sleepy places with poor infrastructure and rough lifestyles. This was a very interesting glimpse into a part of Brazil that many travelers never see.
This far-north portion of Brazil is crossed by the equator. In the city of Macapa, we found a geocache on the equatorial monument. There was a concrete line signifying the equator and a large obelisk which is supposed to be threaded by the sun during the solstice. This was our second country to provide an equator crossing.
Shortly after entering Northern Brazil we needed a ferry ride to get across the Amazon River estuary or the mouth of where the gigantic river meets the sea. There are no bridges across the Amazon River. Securing a ferry is chaotic and the port is crowded, loud and dirty.
We worked with some other travelers and secured a ferry that would fit for our size and weight. Then there was a lot of standing around. We watched the business of the Port of Santana. We watched the Amazon River water taxis move people around. We chatted with the other travelers on our boat. It was hours of waiting in the steamy sunshine.
Then suddenly it was time to load. The well-dressed boat crew came out and adjusted the ramps for our wheel width. (Check out those spiffy, white suits!) Then we drove onto the ferry and settled into our crowded little corner for a 28 hour journey.
Apparently it is standard to take a desk on your Amazon River ferry boat ride. You may remember the one we named Chester Drawers on our last Amazon trip.
The next two decks were for passengers in hammocks. These hammock decks were very crowded. People were assigned a “hook number” for where to place their hammock. Then their luggage was stacked beneath them. This would be their space for the next 28 hours. People brought on meals, snacks, pets and entire families for the journey between Macapa and Belem.
The upper deck featured a bar, lunch counter and dance floor area. A whole bunch of life rafts were securely lashed to the ship. Also on the upper deck is the control room for the crew that will operate this big ship.
The boat took off and began traveling quickly. We were moving “with” the flow of the mighty Amazon River. The scenery quickly began to change.
We watched with horror as passengers tossed bags into the water from each deck. We thought these were bags of trash! But then when we asked around, we learned that the villagers along the shoreline paddle out to the daily ferry boats and wait in their small boats. The passengers on the ferry toss out bags of old clothes, food, medicines, toys and such. The villagers paddle over and grab the floating bags before they sink. We quickly grabbed a few things we were getting rid of and joined in the apparent custom.
During the passage across the Amazon we passed through some smaller tributaries and narrow areas. Occasionally a local water taxi would zip out from the shoreline and transfer goods and passengers.
About 28 hours later, as promised, the ferry ride was finished. It was time to drive off the boat. But this time the transition between the boat and the port was much more extreme than before. Water levels were high, so our boat was sitting about 5 feet above the shore! The crew rigged some pallets, sawhorses, old timbers and ropes. Then placed the steel reinforced ramps over the top of the whole mess. We were to drive our entire house down this precarious set-up.
I am still not sure how Mike had the nerves of steel to trust the guys signaling. But I do know that his heart nearly stopped when he hit that bump between the two sets of ramps.
Rest assured that we safely exited the ferry. And the two large trucks behind us did also. These folks do this all day, every day. It all works out!
One of our first destinations was the Brazilian Space Station. This ill-fated attempt at space launch is located near the historic village of Alcantera. We drove to the gates of the space station and were met by several curious, young military men. They were quite confused by our request to tour. No one had ever asked them and they had no idea what to do. After a few calls we were told “NO” and informed that the military base is closed to civilians and there are no space operations currently in place. So here is our photo of the Brazilian Space Station.
Many of the other buildings are much older. The carefully stacked lava rock has begun to collapse and the carved marble windows and door frames are hanging on where they can. The town is working on renovation, but it is a slow and expensive process.
We visited a small museum at the old port of Belem that included this fun reference to Geneva. In case you weren’t aware, the word geneva is also ginebra which is also gin in some languages. So this contained a drink similar to modern day gin.
That was just about enough big city time for all four of us. We were ready to check out our first Brazilian beach. We headed towards the shore and found a few nice areas to camp and explore.
And with this beautiful setting sun, we will head off for the inland mountains of Brazil.
