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Downtown Maracajau

Downtown MaracajauOriginally uploaded by mgharris


This is Main Street, Maracajau, where the town’s three beachside restaurants and small stores, as well as a rowdy-sounding English language school can be found. The entire town seems to exist from servicing the few busloads of tourists from Natal who roll up for a spot of diving/snorkeling on the nearby coral reef.

We stayed several nights in this tiny beachside haven, watching scorchio alternate with rainstorm. I fell asleep under a palm tree and now have the outline of three palm fronds burned onto my tummy…

Now we’re leaving, going somewhere even quieter…!

Who knows whether there will be BlackBerry access. Prepare for blog silence. Meanwhile, wishing you a fun weekend, wherever you may be!

Xxx
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Dengue, Flood and Rain

Dengue, Flood and RainOriginally uploaded by mgharris


I woke this morning to hear what sounded like a political message being sent out over a loudspeaker in a passing van. Listening closely I realised that the announcer was warning residents of Maracajau that there’d been an outbreak of dengue fever and that there was beginning a program to eradicate the larvae.

Suddenly the mosquito bites we were all covered with took on a new significance. There have been 20 recent cases of dengue just in Maracajau, which is pretty much a one-street town…

It’s the rain and floods that have made it worse. Today is the second fully rainy day we’ve had. But it has rained every day, as well as the blazing sunshine.

I don’t much fancy getting dengue. It’s supposed to be like full-on influenza but worse. After two weeks you think you might die and after three you don’t care if you do.

(But you usually don’t.)

We are now covered with the strongest insect repellent the pharmacist would sell us.

I like the tropics in the rain. This is going to be a great place to set a Josh novel. Great fun for me to write, I mean. Let’s hope that translates to the reader!

This entry brought to you via a very lazy author sitting in a hammock, watching rain falling into the pool.
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Capoeira Dudes at Maracajau

Capoeira Dudes at MaracajauOriginally uploaded by mgharris


Yeah, I know! Hot guy alert…

We stepped off the launch from the snorkeling platform to find this terrific capoeira demo. Sadly I didn’t have my camcorder on me but I caught a couple of snaps with the BlackBerry.

The trials I go through to research my novels! It’s just exhausting…

Btw if you are taking the time to comment, thanks! But I have no Web access until a week from now…so I’ll be a while replying.

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Fishermen in Maracajau, Brazil

Fishermen in Maracajau, BrazilOriginally uploaded by mgharris


Or depending on your perspective, bunch of mass murderers pulling innocent sea creatures out of their home…

One of our six-year olds was upset by the sight, whilst the other crouched to watch the men sort the fishies and pack them into ice.

She was hoping to pick one up for ‘making a potion’.

A student of the dark arts in the making? Or just a biochemist like her Ma?

This was blogged in situ as I wait for the diving boat to take us out to the reef…
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Tiny Ali and MG

Tiny Ali with MG in Natal
Everybody takes their own version of this picture at the sand dunes near Natal.

What a day! We hired a couple of heavy-duty dune buggies and expert drivers, took a ride up north of Natal where we:

  • rode giant sand dunes like we were in a big snow powder basin in the Rockies (no safety belts or anything)
  • stopped to swim at a fresh-water lagoon filled with teeny little fishes, and drank caipirinhas
  • sat in a creek in the middle of a cashew nut tree wood, drinking cocktails of pineapple and strawberry juice with vodka, eating freshly barbequed shrimp and crayfish (one of our six-year old friends, however, is a natural vegetarian and wept bitterly as we tucked into the crustaceans with I’m sorry to say, as little pity as the Carpenter showed for the oysters they gobbled in “The Walrus and The Carpenter”. We tried to comfort her…)
  • rode a zipwire down a high sand dune, straight into another lagoon

No seat belts, no safety nazis, no washing hands before lunch at the creek, cheerful Brazilians everywhere.

 This is a great country.