Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Chapada in the early wet season

It has been raining on and off every few days in the state of Goiás as the rainy season is underway. This means, as described in a previous blog post about Santa Rosa, Costa Rica, insects that were dormant or in a larval state start to emerge, leaves bud, fruit is a plenty and birds are singing a new tune. This was also true when we returned to that character-filled house I mentioned earlier in Chapada dos Veadeiros. Trees that were leafless a month before had turned green, rocks that were dry had grown mossy, and each night -if the lights were not turned off or we forgot to close a window- termites swarmed by the hundreds!

Newly acquired leaves and dead, dry grass turned green.

Character-filled house

Resident toucans

We continued to eat and drink.


Tapioca and coffee was the usual "cafe de manha" cooked on this wood-burning stove.

Skol -a typical cheap beer found in Brazil

The house came equipt with a drum-set, colourful painting and a loft.

Our hang-out area by the non-functional (and unnecessary) fireplace

Reading in hammocks

Blue and gold maccaws frequented the skies above and are appropriately called "araras" by the locals

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Rio Cristalino


 Fishing, beer and birds sums up this stimulating yet incredibly relaxing trip. I had the pleasure of venturing down a river I'm sure most non-Brazilian tourists visiting Brazil have never and will never hear of. Although the trip was only 5 days, it was so rich in experiences and beauty that I've attempted to compact all that Rio Cristalino has to offer in collages and a few videos.

Sunsets on boats, beer and food served to us while swimming in the river, resident Jabiru's, capibaras and happy happy children.

A one hour boat ride down river (and 2 and half hour ride back) from Luiz Alves, a small fishing village on Rio Araguia, and we arrive at a our temporary dwellings with a wide beach surrounded by wilderness. Hammocks hung, the humble 8-room bungalow is as welcoming as the people that run it. I perch my tired self on a hammock and watch the moon rise as we've just navigated a small motor-boat in the dark! How Pid (pronounced peedgee), our ever experienced captain, would confidently drive us safely on this river during the dry season (when sand banks are plentiful) and often in the dark I will never understand. The skills obtained by local people sans education has always astonished me no matter where I am in the world.


Alexandre, Julz and I enjoying the luxuries of having local fishing guides to give us fishing tips as well as cook up a mean mean Tucunaré. Daily is shown here, one of our lovely friends and talented cooks.

 Species rich was Cristalino, having seen more than 40 species in less than 2 days and well over 50 species in total and I wasn't even birding -I was fishing! Tucunaré was the fish of choice being meaty and delicious yet a decent challenge for those into the sport. Unfortunately the average size of the Tucunaré has deminished over the years due to a bizarre decision made by the Brazilian government to encourage fisherman to catch the larger individuals of the species and return the medium-sized and smaller individuals to the water. The decision was likely based on the assumption that medium-sized and smaller individuals were simply younger than larger ones and were destined to grow larger. You don't have to be a particularly astute biologist to realize that the government was a tad off the mark. The Brazilian government, however, has taken a step in the right direction in the last 6 months to a year by devising a law restricting fisherman from taking any fish back to their homes. In the past Rio Cristalino as well as Rio Araguaia (where Cristalino stems from) were shamefully overfished because fisherman based far from these rivers would fish the Cristalino and Araguaia and take truck-fulls home to sell or feed their families. Now, visitors must eat the fish on the river or refrain from fishing entirely. Late, the law remains contraversial as Tucunaré have been introduced into lakes along these two rivers where defenseless fish species are being overthrown and threatened.

A small sample of the wildlife that I saw. The little point and shoot can do little justice to the diversity situated in this mini-amazon. Among these pictures you will find the blond-crested woodpecker (nemar), the rare and endemic crimson-fronted cardinal (cardeal-de-Goiás), the chestnut-capped blackbird (garibaldi), silver-beaked tanager (pipira-vermelha), orange-fronted yellow finch (canário-do-amazonas), yellow-rumped cacique (xexéu), cocoi heron (garça-moura), and the rare orinoco goose (pato-corredor). Note that this last bird is called the "running duck" in portuguese because, as depicted in the middle picture on the right as well as the video below, the gosslings run into the water at the sight of any danger (e.g. our boat) because they can't yet fly. Valdir, our boat driver on the way out, thought it was the funniest thing ever born to nature and purposefully drove closer to shore whenever he saw the "pato-corredor". His laughter was quite infectious and brought us all to stitches. Capibaras, opposum and many many caimon were spotted and included in this collage.






Rio Cristalino, although not known for its "eco-tourism" might be comparable to Pantanal. Although I've never had the pleasure of visiting the Pantanal myself, having read about it for a number of years, I feel it is safe to say that Rio Cristalino is a birders haven comparable to the Pantanal with a plus: no disruptions often caused by human pests. Because it's so isolated and not advertised, few people, other than Brazilian fisherman, embark upon a quest to visit Cristalino. That's the beauty of it.


Capibaras spotted on the shore of Rio Araguaia:



Regardless of the heat and how refreshing the water looks, you don't want to take a swim in Rio Araguaia. Lots and lots and lots of caimon is one of many dangers:



Daniel and Daniella, the resident Jabirus and their ´favourite´ food -the pirana.


A daily tradition in the Pousada Cristalino, where we stayed (see this link if you are interested in visiting this spectacular area: http://www.pousadapescador.com.br/tgoo/category/4/POUSADA_CRISTALINO), is to feed Daniel and Daniella, the habituated Jabirus. Local fisherman Diego and anyone interested can easily catch piranas from the shores of the pousada (a kind of hostel or B & B) and toss 'em to the one-and-half-meter tall birds. Feeding wildlife is not my cup of tea, but I must admit it was nice to get these close-up shots!




Food

And we ate and drank and fished and drank and ate and drank...etc.

Beers and food in the river. Our food was what we fished.

I had the pleasure of meeting many fantastic people on this trip and spent time with people I know and love. I feel so privaledged to be welcomed as family, a true Brazilian characteristic.

Lovely lovely people. Thank you Julie Bogle for the pictures.

We had a lovely resident puppy to wake up to each morning who was ready to play no matter what.

The puppy liked to play dangerously close to the Jabirus.
Turns out Daniel and Daniella were feeding their newly acquired piranas to their three kids.


Needless to say, it was difficult to leave this paradise. I hope to return very soon.


Monday, September 30, 2013

Belchior

On the way back from Chapadas dos Veadeiros we camped out and climbed in Belchior -a series of caves found in the middle of a private farm that is raided with climbers every weekend.


Salão Principal (the main hall) in Belchior

Have to climb through a few tight spots to get to the main hall and other areas of Belchior. At times you must climb down a level from a hole in the wall into a narrow corridor! Fun fun fun.


Julz being a bad-ass climber.

Alexandre belaying while I climb.


Thanks for the photos Julie Bogle!



Julz climbing a tough, but very fun route.


Julz belaying!

Taking a peek at one of the many entrances...who knows where you'll end up in this maze of caves!




Photo credit: Julie Bogle


Lots of fun overhangs.


Many climbers, so many routes!



The hike back out to our campsite.

I think we're heading back here this week! Too much fun.


Macacinho

"Little Monkey" waterfall.

Where monkeys...I mean Brazilians climb and jump at heights to high for me into refreshing waters below.


A monkey.

A climber's delight.

You can swim into a cave from the waterfall if you want...
Photos courtesy of Julie Bogle
One of hundreds of waterfalls in Chapada dos Veadeiros.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Chapada dos Veadeiros

The minute Alexandre and I picked up my friend Julz from the airport in Brasilia we headed to Chapada dos Veadeiros. Chapada dos Veadeiros is one of 4 chapadas (protected plateaus) in Brazil, each of which are some of the oldest geological places on the planet. All four chapadas are situated on giant plates made of quartz which, after some post-ocean weathering, have cliffs perfect for waterfalls and, consequently, climbing. Because of the presence of the quartz (including crystals everywhere), the ancientness of the area and a few UFO sitings, chapadas are home to the spiritually-enclined and the love-seeking contemporary "hippie" along with airstrips for the aliens <-truth. We had the pleasure of staying in Alto Paraiso (literally means "high paradise"), a city smack-dab in the middle of Chapados dos Veadeiros where a few of my Brazilian friends are renting a house for a year.

Weekly farmers market in Alto Paraiso held on Saturday mornings filled with handmade and homegrown EVERYTHING from chocolate and veggies to clothing and jewelry. Welcoming people with colourful clothing and lots of dreads.  (photo courtesy of Julie Bogle).

When we weren't staying in a character-filled old pimped-out house with fire-burning ovens, a sketchy loft, on-suite bathrooms with non-functional Jacuzzis and a resident toucan we were hiking for a few hours into the cerrado wilderness at night to arrive at our other accomodations: the top of a waterfall. Our tents on the flat rock ledge, we left the fly off to watch the incredible starry night sky only to wake up to a spectacular view which included a lush forest lining the river below, which of course, was sourced by the waterfall we slept On.Top.Of. This was Sertão Zen or "Zen Desert". Alexandre and a few other Brazilians climbed the quartz faces across the valley while Julz and I swam in a pool of water formed by the beginnings of the waterfall. None of this would be possible in the wet season as our campsite is replaced with tons rushing water widening the waterfall significantly -making for a spectacle from the climbing side of the valley, but inhospitable to the sleeping climber or the swimming spectator.

View on the hike and while sleeping (photo courtesy of Julie Bogle)



Alexandre and I setting up our tent on the flat rocky ledge on top of the waterfall in Sertão Zen (photo curtesy of Julie Bogle).



Red arrow pointing where we slept from the view point across the valley on the top of the climbing face. See streaming waterfall below and note the width to which the waterfall can grow during the wet season.

The swimming pool on top of the waterfall.
Lizards, snakes and scorpions were our neighbours in Sertão Zen.

Looking across the valley at the climbing wall from the "campsite".


Alexandre rapelling down the side of the climb.

On our way back from Sertão Zen we happened to find ourselves at a Brazilian BBQ full of fantastic people, cold beer and dancing. This happens often. Another charm to Alto Paraiso, if you Guelphites out there hadn~t been thinking this place reminds you of Guelph yet, are the jam sessions. Guitars, saxophones, cajons, bases, voice and harmonicas. Friends just picking up their instruments and playing their favourite Brazilian songs. What a treat.

Chapada dos Veadeiros also offers a lot of bouldering, all you have to do is climb under some barbed wire into a farm to find boulders you can see from the road.



All photos by Julz Bogle.

Next up, waterfalls, climbing in caves and a river adventure.