We then drove up the “pao Ignacio”, one of the impressive square mountains that the Chapada is known for. The view from the mountain was amazing, and since it’s at the very beginning of the park you have an great view into the valley and on the route we were going to take.
We stopped for lunch at a tiny river where our guide, who we could call Mowgli, the jungle kid, made us lunch, and already cooked potatoes for dinner later on. After lunch it was only another 2 hours walk until we already reached our evening destination; ‘aguas claras’, some small waterfalls in the middle of the valley. With the sun setting at six already, Mowgli made us the most impressive dinner I’ve ever had when camping. Now I knew where all this money went to; he cooked for almost 2hours on a woodfire and didn’t allow anyone to help. I really felt like we were exploiting some slave, even though I know he got paid for it, but it felt really uncomfortable to me. In the morning he made fire AGAIN and made us eggs, couscous and coffee.
We walked back to Lençois the whole day through the valley, making a small tour of the park.
It was Sarah’s last day the next day, and even though my cheap ass didn’t want to spend any more money on expensive tours, it was too tempting to visit these caves of clearblue water that were presumably the most beautiful evarrr. The foz incantado was a beautiful underground lake in a cave, but it wasn’t really more than going, taking a picture and going back out again.
In the other cave, the foz azul, we were allowed to swim though! snorkling equipment and lifejackets were provided at the entrance, but we weren’t allowed to dive under, we had to stay on the surface. we lied in the water for almost an hour I think, it was gorgeous!
When Sarah left the next day to go back to Belgium, I felt that I wasn’t ready yet with the Chapada, and I took the bus to Capao, a small hippy community inside the park.
A girl we met a week before who had gone there as well had told us about it. With no internet or cell phone reception in the village, I was ready for some adventure. It turned out to be more populated than I thought, but my cheapest camping-room did not disappoint in giving me the feeling that I was really in the jungle. With a toad in my bathroom and no registration whatsoever at the camping I knew we weren’t in Lençois anymore.
I met some really nice Danish girls and an adorable Brazilian couple who were up to go to the Fumaça the next day, the biggest waterfall in Brazil. It was at walking distance from Capao, and even though everyone said there was no water coming out of the Fumaça, I was very glad we weren’t discouraged into going.
The view was spectacular from the top of the waterfall, which was a cliff of over 400m over which you could hang.
It was also not true that the Fumaça was dry, there just wasn’t a lot of water coming out of it. And the water that did come out was not abiding to the rules of gravity. Because if was so high up, the water streaming out just flew up and scattered everywhere, sometimes raining over us.
Even if the Fumaça is in full stream, the water never actually hits the bottom, it just vapourizes before hitting the ground.
I already had to leave that evening to go back to Lençois to catch my bus very early the next morning to Salvador. since I would only be in Lençois for 6 hours at night, I didn’t feel like paying for a hostel, and the people at the previous hostel I was staying at allowed me to sleep in their hammock until my bus came, a very nice gesture!
my flight in Salvador was only in the evening at 9, and I arrived ridiculously early in Salvador, since a later bus would put me in a very tight timeslot, so I preferred to have time to kill that to miss my flight to Sao Paulo. This meant that I spent 4 hours with my backpack in a shoppingmall at the bus terminal. Of which I spent 2hours watching a Brazilian children’s movie with other children sitting on one of those coloured mats. It was the best entertainment imaginable!
I arrived after midnight in Sao Paulo and since the flight had a 20 minute delay I missed the airport shuttle to the centre. I asked around if anyone was interested in sharing a taxi and I stumbled on a 10-man reggae music band that had their own mini-van going to the centre. They suggested I could join them and they’d drop me off at my destination. While I was weary to get into a car full of strangers, my senses told me these were good guys, and they behaved immaculately (even considering only 2 of them spoke a little bit of English). I never appreciated google translate’s mobile app as much as I did then.
after 30 hours on the road I arrived at Luisa’s beautiful appartment in Sao Paulo, who I hadn’t seen in almost 2 years, ready for a week in Sao Paulo.