Mamangua Village 26032011 Saturday
Pos 23:16.10S 44:37.53W
A start as agreed and the dinghies from Grey Pearl and Dawnbreaker set out on the Great Waterfall expedition.
We reach the mouth of the small river after scraping our way through the shallow bar at its entrance and slowly make
our way up river through the mangrove swamp.
Up the river Mangroves and crabs
Hundreds of red crabs wave their arms at us as we glide by carefully following the outside banks to keep in the deepest water.
After several miles the waters clear as the mud of the mangroves gives way to jungle forest.
Rocks begin to appear on the bottom to add to the hazard of sunken trees until eventually we spot a landing site and
path through the Jungle. Tying up to a nearby tree we advance on foot, one eye on the path taking care not to tread
on any sunbathing snakes, the other searching out the route through the tangle of trees and bushes.
Landing spot Team work
Soon we come to and open cultivated area with Banana trees and corn. Then its decision time as the path runs
out and we now have to cross the river. Another mile on the track and then we’re there.
More of a cataract than a high falls, the river runs over great boulders into a deep pool before continuing
it’s decent through the forest, meeting the sea at the mangroves. Everybody jumps and the water temperature is perfect,
refreshing but not too cold.
Baby Thomas New Tarzan
Karine produces a picnic from here bag and Yves shares some rolls with us. Lars has spotted a trail on the other side
of the river accessed by climbing along a fallen tree that forms a bridge across the falls. So we decided to try this to
avoid crossing the river later. All cross successfully and head off down the trail which has several offshoots but we keep
in earshot of the river until the trail ends and we arrive opposite where we had crossed the river earlier.
The log Bridge Wading
Once more into the river, Lars slips but valiantly manages to hold his camera above the water as his dignity slips
beneath the waters. The journey to the dinghies is uneventful, but the tide has gone down and navigation becomes
difficult and groundings mean we have to resort to pushing ourselves off and paddling with the oars.
Later in the afternoon we move the boat to the small fishing village of Saco de Mamangua which is completely
isolated landward and can only be accessed from the sea, where we partake of a few beers, Caipirinhas and prawns as the sun goes down.
The Bar Mosquito war
The Village The Villagers
Then all back to Dawnbreaker, Yves brings another fine wine from his dwindling stock and Thomas rustles up
a Shepherds Pie. All suitably wined and dined, Onzo decides to stay with the big boys while parents depart to
their boat and Rocky (who swam the back the whole length of the river) is resting.
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