Bus to Maraba, Day 15

Add another poor nights sleep to the growing total. This time it was hard enough just to get to sleep on the careering coach. One time I was just drifting off, listening to Pavement songs in my head to help. Had got to Greenlander I think when we went over a pothole or something and my head smashed into the ceiling. The rest of the journey tick-tocked away with Renaud holding various half-understandable conversations with different passengers. Finally got off after a round twenty-four hours to the usual collection of silent, interested stares from the locals. I don't think many tourists go the route we have.

In the hight heat of Maraba we got some money, spent a little in an infuriatingly slow internet cafe and tried and failed to call home. Got to the train station (we had been told earlier that a train to Sao Luis left tomorrow morning) and found it was shut for a few hours, as there was not train for a while. Found this quite strange but again this was the first train station we'd actually seen in Brazil, nothing like at home.

Renaud and I walked to a nearby supermarket and back to pick up some food. We actually succeeded in hitching a ride, three rides in fact. Even if they only took us two miles in total its a start. Getting ready to have another free hammock sleep in some trees next to the station. We're enjoying this near vagabondage and I'm almost tempted to try and stay in the hammock for free tomorrow somewhere. In this morning, though, I soubt anything will be as appealing as a bed.

So we're about to embark on the last leg of this mini-adventure. It will have cost me R$155 to travel around 2300km. I wonder where the Spanish girls are and how far Emilia and Joaquim made it after we saw them. I doubt they'll be in Sao Luis for a few days. Hope they're well.