Going where the buffalo roam

Ilha de Marajó is the size of Switzerland and the largest fluvial island in the world. It is located around 50 miles from Belém.

After spending a total of 11 days on various boats some r and r was required before I made my way to Rio de Janeiro.

Boats to the island take around 3/3.5 hours and there are two departures a day from Monday to Saturday at 6.30am and 2.30pm. On Sunday there is only one boat a day at 10am.

Boats depart from the Terminal Hidroviário on Avenida Marachel Hermes in Belém to Camará on Ilha de Marajó. The main terminal is modern, has free WiFi along with some reasonably priced cafes.

Tickets can be purchased on the day and cost 20 Reals for a standard seat or 30 Reals for a VIP seat in an air conditioned room.

About 40 minutes before the boat was due to leave we were called through to the departure lounge where all luggage gets put through an x-ray. When we were allowed to board it is a bit of a free for all with everyone trying to push their way on.

The crossing was pleasant, although the plastic seats aren't the comfiest. On arrival in Camará depending on where on the island you wish to go there are numerous minibuses waiting, each with various destinations on the front. I was headed for Soure, which is the capital of the island and the biggest settlement.

I found a bus destined for Soure run by a company called Edgar Transporte. This bus provides a drop off service, you just let them know the address of where you are going.

The journey cost 12 Reals, took around an hour and included the ferry trip across the bay from Salvaterra.

I hadn't booked anywhere to stay in Soure, but asked to be dropped off at one of the hotels I'd found online before I left. Thankfully they had a room available for me. There didn't appear to be any hostels in Soure, but there are plenty of budget hotels and pousadas. I stayed at Pousada Asa Branca and an ensuite room including breakfast cost 80 Reals.

As I had arrived in darkness it wasn't until the next morning I got to see the island in all its glory. Soure is a pleasant enough place to be based, the main streets are paved and lined with mango trees. However, once off the main street the roads reduce to dust and grit.

There is an ATM in the Banco Brasil on Rua 3 between Travessa 17 and 18. The only thing I did find difficult was finding anywhere that sold large bottles of water. After trying several places I did eventually find a supermarket just off the main drag near the church, which stocked some.

The majority of people on the island either seem to get around by bike or motorcycle. There is a place called Bimba's next to a fruit shop on Rua 4 between Travessa 18 and 19, which rents bikes. However, unfortunately my plan to rent one was scuppered because the shop was closed both times I tried.

I noticed that most shops on the island close at midday or just before, so if there is something important you need it is best to head out early as I got caught out a couple of times.

There are two main beaches near Soure - Praia Pesqueiro, which is around 12km from the town and Praia Barra Velha only 2km away. Praia Pesqueiro is the bigger of the two beaches and there are lots of beachside bars and restaurants. However, I preferred Praia Barra Velha, which also had a few bars and restaurants, but didn't seem quite so dominated by them.

I went there on a Friday and it was quite quiet and then again on Sunday when it was full of families and groups of friends all enjoying themselves. There was music and a really nice atmosphere and I'm glad I got to experience the two sides to the beach.

Both beaches have gorgeous white sand and the water is pleasantly warm. It was like paradise. 

To get to the beaches I used mototaxis and there is a rank for these close to Banco Brasil. A journey to Praia Barra Velha cost 6 Reals and I arranged a time for the driver to pick me up again. The journey to Praia Pesqueiro was 15 Reals.

A trip to Ilha de Marajó wouldn't be complete without trying some of the buffalo products the island is famous for and it isn't uncommon to see buffalo randomly roaming in the town.

On my last day I treated myself to a lunch of buffalo steak at Pousada Restaurante Ilha Bela on on Rua 1 at Travessa 13. It was delicious and I am not a fan of steak, but this has to be one of the best I've ever had and at £6 it was a bargain too.

On Praia Pesqueiro I also tried some buffalo cheese, which is gorgeously creamy, although my only complaint would be that there was a lot of it just for me.

I opted to get the 6.30am boat back to Belém as I wanted to arrive there in daylight. I was able to communicate this in very broken Portuguese to the owner of my hotel and he arranged for Edgar Transporte to collect me at the ungodly hour of 4am. However, the company also has an office in the town if you prefer to do it yourself.

I spent three full days on the island and it is definitely somewhere I would visit again as I didn't explore the beaches near Salvaterra or Joanes. The people I encountered were friendly and laid back. I felt quite safe walking around by myself.

After visiting the island I spent three days in Belém, which I think is enough. The city itself is a bit rough around the edges and it is important to take care when you are out and about as petty thievery and muggings are unfortunately a common occurrence. I met two people who had been mugged during my time in the city.

I also didn't wander around on my own after dark and if I did happen to go anywhere at night I always took a taxi. That said there are some interesting places in Belém and I found it had a weird charm about it.

The Estação das Docas at the end of Avenida Presidente Vargas is a good place to go for a stroll along the waterfront and if you need some respite from the heat the air conditioned buildings, which house numerous restaurants and bars, bring some welcome relief. At night there is live music too. There is also free WiFi.

Ver o Peso just along from the Estação das Docas is definitely worth a visit. It is one of the best places in the city to sample some great regional fare at a decent price. I had some amazing fried fish with feijão, rice and a tomato and coriander salsa for 15 Reals.

Along from Ver o Peso is Forte do Castelo and Catedral de Sé. Further up Avenida Presidente Vargas is Praça Republica and the Teatro de Paz. The latter is a gorgeous building with some art deco touches to the outside. For me the park seemed a little sad, what statues there are, are covered in graffiti and it could all do with a bit of a refresh.

I also discovered some great value street stall eateries just off Avenida Presidente Vargas on the corner of C&A and Big Ben. 

I had Vatapá, which is a typical dish of the Pará region. It consists of shrimp in a thick sauce made from manioc paste, coconut and dendé oil. A full plate of Vatapá and rice cost 6 Reals.

There isn't an awful lot of choice when it comes to hostels in Belém and I stayed in the Belém Hostel on Rua Ó de Almeida. It is a family run place and a bed in a 4 bed dorm cost 45 Reals a night including breakfast. The hostel also arranges transfers to the airport for 40 Reals.

Slow boating down the Amazon (Manaus to Belém)

Iris, who I met on the boat from Tabatinga and I were both heading for Belém so when we arrived in Manaus we decided to travel together.

 
My original plan had been to break up the journey to Belém by stopping for a few days in Alter do Chão, three hours from Santarém. I had also hoped to be there for my birthday. Boats leave Manaus for Santarém everyday and take about a day or a day and a half, tickets cost around 80 Reals.

Iris and I both planned to spend at least one night on dry land, so headed straight from the port to Hostel Manaus. A taxi to the hostel cost 15 Reals. 

The hostel is really nice and I highly recommend it. The staff are very knowledgeable and went above and beyond to help us. A bed in a six bed dorm with a fan cost 45 Reals, breakfast is also included. 

When I mentioned where I was planning to go I was told I may want to reconsider because Alter do Chão is currently under 6m of water so there would be no swaying in a hammock on the white sand beaches I'd been picturing.

This was slightly annoying especially as a lot of advice I'd read online and in guidebooks says that June is the best time to go - obviously it isn't. It may be dry, but that doesn't take into account the flooding left over from the rainy season.

This meant I needed to rethink my plan as I didn't want to end up in Belém for ages before my flight to Rio de Janeiro. In the end I decided I would head to Ilha do Marajo, which is an island three hours from Belém.

As I was in no rush I planned to get the boat leaving on Friday and spend a couple more days in Manaus. Boats bound for Belém typically leave on a Wednesday or Friday.

Manaus was a lot bigger than I had imagined and it is easy to forget you are on the banks of the Amazon miles away from the rest of civilisation. There are still remnants of the city's colonial past in the buildings and the Teatro de Amazonas is particularly impressive.

After three days of meat, rice and beans Iris and I were ready for something different and checked out Tambaqui de Banda on the main square by the theatre.

It specialises in fish and I tried piranha, which was meaty and very tasty. The meals are reasonably priced and the food was really good quality.

On Thursday, I went back to the port to buy a ticket for the boat and found a guy, who we had spoken with previously and came away with a ticket for 180 Reals.

It is worth noting that buying a ticket from one of the touts at the port is a lot cheaper than buying it once you are on board the ship. The price to buy a ticket to Manaus on the day of departure was 326 Reals just for hammock space.

While I was at the port I had a look around the Mercado Municipal. It is worth going to as there is a real mix of things on offer from souvenirs to traditional medicine. I even found a guy selling fudge and had to buy some just to try.

Unlike the previous two boats meals on this one weren't included in the price. Breakfast was seven Reals with lunch and dinner each costing 15 Reals.

As per my preparations for the last two journeys I visited the two main supermarkets in Manaus to stock up on water and other snacks.

The following day Iris and I headed to the port at around 9am to secure a decent hammock space. However, when we tried to gain access to the dock the official told us we needed to come back at 5pm. Due to our lack of Portuguese skills this was about all we were able to glean from the conversation and that the boat would leave after 5pm.

Very confused we headed back to the hostel to see if they might ring the agent we booked the tickets with to get more info. It turned out that due to a problem with the ship it wouldn't be arriving until around 5pm and would leave at midday the following day.

It is possible once a ship you have booked a ticket for is in port to spend the night on board before it leaves. The hostel said we could do that to ensure a good hammock spot and leave our larger luggage and valuables in storage at the hostel and collect them the following morning before the boat departed thus saving money on a night's accommodation.

We decided we would probably do that as neither of us was keen on the idea of spending a night in port with all our stuff. However, after calling the port just before 6pm the ship still hadn't arrived and we were given an estimate of 7pm, although this being South America that doesn't mean anything. After a quick discussion we decided to spend a last night at the hostel as neither fancied the idea of having to hang around the port after dark if the ship wasn't there.

The next morning we headed to the port early and lo and behold the Liberty Star was there. I have to admit that my first impressions of the ship weren't good and unfortunately didn't really improve once we were on board. It was a lot shabbier than the previous two.

We boarded through the cargo hold, which smelt of rotten fruit due to a spillage of tomatoes. In the hold was a desk where we needed to register, however after taking the advice of another tourist in the queue we decided to come back and do this after hanging our hammocks.

Unlike the other boats I have taken, this one insists that the lower hammock deck be used until it is full and only then will the upper hammock deck be opened.

Despite it being early the deck was pretty full, but we managed to find a spot each and one was close to a pole so we could secure our bags. It was very claustrophobic and as more people arrived there was even less space.

I went back to the hold to register first, yet another process I feel could be made more efficient. First the crew member added my details to the passenger list then he put my passport and ticket in a separate pile, this meant I had to stay in the smelly cargo hold until he went through the pile and then issued everyone with a new ticket and in my case a new surname too. He missed the 'Rew' in my passport and instead went straight to the first word under my actual name, which is my nationality, so on this boat my name was Capella British. Why the guy doesn't do the new ticket at the same time as the passenger list is beyond me and had I known how convuluted the process was I would have waited until there wasn't anyone else waiting rather than waste 30 minutes.

When I returned two people had strung hammocks up between mine and they were so ridiculously close together I had images of an awkward night's sleep wedged in between two strangers with just our hammocks dividing us.

With hammock space on the deck running out I even noticed someone string their hammock up diagonally above and across another!   
 
While the ship is in port it is really important to keep watch over your luggage as there are children running round and people selling things so it is easy to get distracted.

After a while we noticed a guy, who had been on the previous ship, pack up his hammock and make a move for upstairs. However, when I went up to check it out I was told to go back later as it was still too soon and they needed to clean the floor or something.

About an hour later we finally made the move as several hammocks were already up. I would definitely recommend going to the upper deck as it is more open, much less crowded and it felt a bit safer in terms of being able to keep an eye on our belongings.

As per usual 12pm came and went and we still hadn't moved. At 1pm we had moved, but only to another part of the port so some cars could be loaded. By 5pm we were wondering if we were ever going to get going. We managed to find out the delay was due to some paperwork issue with the ship and we should leave at 7pm. Amazingly at 6.45pm we finally left the port.

In terms of general cleanliness and appearance this had to be the worst of the three ships, many areas could do with a lick of paint and the floor on our deck was very rusty in patches. Also, during the entire five days no-one seemed to come and sweep or mop the deck so by the end of the trip a lot of debris and rubbish had collected.

The toilets also had dodgy locks and one had no light. Out of all the boats this was one I hoped I wouldn't get sick on.

Positives were that the canteen area was nice and even had air con. Despite having to pay for it, the food was of a slightly better quality and variety.

On the second day we reached Santarém at 8am and were told we should be leaving at 12pm. Also, good to note is in Santarém you lose an hour as it is an hour ahead of Manaus.

Most of the other passengers took the opportunity to go out to the market close to the port and we went out to get some lunch from one of the many lanchas near by.

At 12pm we hadn't moved, no surprise there, then at 1.30pm we finally set off, but only to let the ship behind us get out. We were then stuck at port for the rest of the afternoon and did what most people do when there nothing better to do we started drinking.

Several groups on our deck were doing the same. It isn't strictly allowed to bring alcohol on board, but no one checks your luggage so as long as you are discreet it is fine.

By 4pm a few of our fellow passengers were getting agitated and frustrated and a group went down to complain and ask what was going on. Apparently it was yet another paperwork issue and something to do with safety checks not being met. Finally at 7pm after nearly 12 hours in port we set sail again.

That night was one of the worst I've experienced in the hammock as strong gusts of wind were blowing through the deck and it got very chilly.

To top it off at 4am it started raining and it was coming through to the deck so Iris, myself and another chap took it upon ourselves to pull the awnings down and secure them as the crew hadn't bothered doing them on our side of the deck.

The next day was clear skies and sunshine perfect for some upper deck sunbathing, possibly the one saving grace on this boat.  

Unlike the previous boat, we often found ourselves the subject of curiosity for some of our fellow shipmates. Many of whom took it upon themselves to strike up conversation, this is all well and good except my knowledge of Portuguese is slim to none. However, this didn't seem to put anyone off as despite saying I don't speak Portuguese many people just carried on regardless at the same pace of speech too.

Most of the people were just intrigued by us travelling alone and again the familiar words of warning to be careful etc were left ringing in my ears. I had been told by many travellers I'd met who've been to Brazil that many Brazilians do love to talk and are very friendly. If experience is anything to go by then I can confirm it is true. 

I managed to just about get by speaking a mixture of Spanish and the few words of Portuguese I know. Unfortunately, my phrase book from 1981 wasn't much use. Although, Iris and I did find some amusement from several of the outdated topics.

During the journey I noticed that once it got to sunset a lot of the younger people seemed to go for a shower, change their clothes and generally get spruced up - one young chap liked to douse himself in so much cologne that the smell lingered long after he walked past. I found this routine quite curious until one night I decided to venture on to the top deck to check out the stars and stumbled upon young couples in varying degrees of embrace in the privacy of the darkness.

On the fifth and final day the icing on the cake of this troubled journey was the toilets not flushing and then being told by the rather surly woman in the canteen there wasn't any dinner. This was a lie as a little later there was free soup being dished out.

The ship finally docked, after hitting several other boats on the way to the jetty, in Belém at 11pm. However, it didn't stop in the usual port and I was told by someone it was safer to spend the night on the ship as the area outside of this particular port is very dangerous at night. Myself and the other tourists decided to stay on board and many of the Brazilian passengers seemed to do the same.

So after 17 days (11 of which weren't spent on land) three boats and approx 2,300 miles covered I had reached the Atlantic coast and the end of my Amazonian voyage.