We managed to survive the coach journey...just. The coach itself was absolutely fine - loads of legroom, pillows, air-con, wide seats, Nicholas Cage film - but the journey was something else altogether. In 1907 an administrative error in Brazilian government left a goat in charge of road and highway building, hence the decision to make the roads out of logs and porridge. The bounciest roads in the worldÂ andÂ driver who aspired to be an F1 driver as a child led to a sleepless night...bit like tucking ourselves up to sleep on the rollcoaster on the end of the pier. Arriving in FortalezaÂ late Monday afternoon we bothÂ decided we wanted to leave. Cue a quick taxi dash to the airport, a couple of cashcards thrown at the nice chap on the TAM flight desk and we had two tickets to Manaus and a long wait for the 8.30 departure. After a meal, we used Victoria's sleeping bag toÂ set up camp on the airport floor, which was strangely enjoyable and we were overlooked by an airport security guard as we slept.
You'll be pleased to note at this point that 'Bob's Burgers'was present in the airport. I haven't mentioned Bob yet, but he has an insane ability to bring a smile to our face wherever we go,Â even though we have only entered one of his fine eateries once (in Rio).Â Bob uses Jesus in his advertising. He must be quite rich to secure that kind of deal.
Staying at the Hotel Dez de Julho near the Manaus opera house, we are now making plans for our trip into the Amazon for a few days - theÂ forests surround Manaus itself.Â In the next few days we hope to see 'the meeting of the rivers'Â ( the point where the Amazon and the Negro come together but don't mix) and do a spot of canoing and piranha fishing. The Amazon is high at this time of year and it's a good time to get further into the jungle canopy.
Both safe and getting much better...apart from almost being mown down by a floor waxer in the airport.
Thanks for all the messages.
Your hair looks nice today.
Victoria and Tom xxx