Beach on the river |
What açai berries look like |
Our five days in Cametá during Carnival were pretty much what one would expect: swimming and sunning on the banks of the Tocantins river, exploring the small town, trying new foods and staying up late to watch the dancing, the parades and the drunken shenanigans. One night we actually joined the party and got to be part of the parade but it just about did me in and reminded me once again that I am, in fact, not 22 anymore (the average age of everyone else in the gringo group).
The nightly parades were fairly impressive with elaborate costumes and massive amounts of people. With each group was a large truck that held either a live band or giant speakers that blasted out regional music such as Carimbó or Techno Brega. It was quite the spectacle. Carnival was fun, but it wore me out. I'm much happier being home and writing about it than actually sweating in a crowd of people with ear drums throbbing and flip flips sludging around in god-knows-what. Now, that really makes me sound 32.
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