We met a guy working on the boat who is retired, but helps manage the crew in exchange for free transport to Manaus. There, he either buys (or catches himself, I’m unsure) huge fish that are from the interior of the Amazon and then returns back to Belem to sell them. He spoke English pretty well, and says he has friends from the U.S. who are missionaries from Dallas. They’re always from Dallas.
Our room and bathroom is moldy, and Jason seems to be allergic to it. So on top of stomach issues, he’s got a cold. The kitchen staff bought fish off some fisherman on the river, but we are uninterested in food, and frankly a bit scared to eat it from the boat’s kitchen. Again, we can only manage crackers and ramen.
There was a mid-river drop off of lightweight bags containing some sort of grass-like substance. Probably shouldn’t transfer those in an actual port.
We feel like we’ve been on this boat forever, but at least today we saw a toucan.
Overall, the trip has been interesting, but rough. Real rough.