![]() ![]() Two buffaloes cross Soure, the main city on the island of Marajó. On certain days, in some places, it seems to have disappeared from the map. The human population, that one, is around 250.000 inhabitants. Today, those bovines number almost 700.000, divided by carabaos, jafarabadis, murrah and mediterraneans, each species with its characteristic horns. Later, some farmers imported different species and crossed them. They settled in its marshes and swamps and multiplied. They swam to the safety of the island's coastline. Depending on the tides, it can also cause powerful flows and currents.īut if the vessel did not resist, the carabao water buffaloes it carried did better. There, during the rainy season, the Mar Dulce – as Vicente Pinzón, the first European to climb it, called it, the Amazon can dump up to 300.000 cubic meters of water per second into the Atlantic Ocean (20% of all fresh water in the Earth). Its final destination was French Guiana, but it sank in the endless mouth of the Amazonas. It is said on the island that, at the beginning of the XNUMXth century, a French boat sailed from the India or Indochina. The Unexpected Colonization by Shipwrecked Asian Buffaloes And to water it, from time to time, in the less rainy months.įor other newcomers, these conditions turned out to be perfect. The only areas devoid of vegetation were swamps irrigated by monsoon weather, which, from January to June, continues to soak it. Populating it with settlers sounded like a chimerical project. There, they informed him that they would reconcile with the Portuguese, only and only because they trusted in “Payassu – O Padre Grande”, as they treated Vieira with affection.Īt that time, almost only the indigenous inhabited Marajó. And your effort had an effect.Ī group of Indians ended up visiting the Jesuit at Colégio da Companhia. Pedro de Melo, and Father António Vieira made an effort to resolve the conflict. However, they realized the deception and began to attack them. These, like the other Neengaiba tribes (name given to the group of indigenous nations), began by accepting the peace offer. Padre António Vieira had already been around a century before, the Portuguese called the Ilha Grande de Joanes place, due to the contact they had had with the Juioana Indians. It was the capital of the largest river island of the world, which natives and residents boast of being the size of Switzerland. Father António Vieira: the Big Father that the Indigenous People Respectedįrancisco Xavier de Mendonça Furtado – a brother of the Marquês de Pombal and governor general of the State of Grão-Pará and Maranhão, from 1751 to 1759 – was the founder of the city that would welcome us, Soure. We soon noticed its fascinating predominance. "Xuuu, ugly monsters, shouts, through the window, one of several student friends eager to see herself at home." "Dust!! There are already too many animals on this island!" adds another, with indignant humour.Īnimals were one of the reasons why we had followed in the footsteps of the first Portuguese explorers and traveled to the northernmost reaches of Brazil. Three buffaloes bar the bus.īuffalo refreshes itself in a muddy pond on one of the many farms on the island of Marajó An hour of road robbed to the jungle later, we only need to cross by snail (ferry) to reach our destination. ![]() Or, like us, on the old colorful buses that connect the harbor to Soure, the island's capital. The mob disappears into dozens of cars and vans. Do you know what he replied? “Sô Prefeito, if I try to get this boat back now, we'll all go to the bottom,” a gray-haired Marajoense tells us. He was so frightened that he went to beg the commander to return to Bethlehem. Looks like the mayor came on it yesterday. I suffer this every time I go to see my Papão (Paysandu Sport Club) play there in Belém. We let ourselves be carried away by the current, available for occasional conversations with curious passengers: “'So a visit to Marajó is it? 'You will love it. ![]() Once the docking maneuver is finished, the crowd flocks to the exit door and eagerly disembarks. The captain points the boat to the coast of Marajo and saves us from the storm. Or they condemn us to nausea that spreads like an epidemic.įour and a half hours later, Soure appears, in the distance. Muddy waves that punish the bow, make passengers lose their balance and the courage to get back up. When it enters the vast river, it is at the mercy of a raging wind. In the first moments of the journey, protected by the proximity of the mainland, the ferry is still stable. We discovered, at a glance, why almost everyone in Belém, capital of Pará, and Soure, the main city on the Ilha do Marajó, avoided the afternoon trip across the mouth of the Amazon.
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