Today we visit Parintins (Par In Sheen) to see a cut down version of its famous, local Boi Bumba Festival. The real one takes place in late June and pulls in thousands of people from all over the area, but they are going to give a one hour rendition for us. Terry Breen tries to give us an idea of what we will be seeing but admits it is confusing and something you have to see to appreciate. In our experience, this is an apt description of most folkloric type shows. In addition to Terry’s talk, the morning includes Ray's church service and Team Trivia...Dick’s team wins. All this while the Amazon speeds us down stream at a fast pace!
We have a bite to eat off the buffet and check out the huge, native, river fish the chef bought yesterday morning at the Manaus Fishmarket. They are grilling it for lunch on the open deck
The river is full of floating debris and the coxswain gingerly picks his way among floating trees, floating grass islands and other stuff. At the dock, the locals slide a stairway down into the tender to facilitate disembarkation. The floating dock is five or six feet above the water level so there is quite a difference between the level of the dock and the tender.
Once ashore, we walk several hundred yards along the floating pier to shore. The area has numerous "Sea Scouts" lining the way and pointing out the breaks in the surface of the pier.
The venue for the folkloric is indoors and "air conditioned!" Well, maybe it would be if there were only 100 people but it is like a school gym and we have crammed most of the passengers, 600 people, plus all the performers into it. The folkloric is very high energy and loud and it does not take long for the room’s temperature to soar well into the 80's if not the low 90's. The performance is a dance telling a very disjointed folk tale about a farmer who kills the favorite bull of the ranch owner to satisfy his wife’s craving for bull tongue ("Say what?")
The performance has been going on for 20-25 minutes and Dick has to push his way through passengers still trying to get into the building. The ship sure did not allow enough time for tendering. We wonder if they knew how slow it was going to be or did it just catch them by surprise? Perhaps that is the case since half of the floating pier is blocked from use by debris it has trapped from the river.
The show is over after about 45 minutes. People have been bailing out all along but Carolyn stays to the bitter end. As usual, there are handicraft stalls set up on the street outside the show and Carolyn finds a small gift for our stewardess and a pirana pin for Jack. Yea, a Jack pin, finally!
We don’t make the head of the tender line but we are not too far back and don’t have too long a wait. The wait for some passengers is an hour or more.
This is bad since we have dinner reservations at Signatures tonight. Fortunately, it does not get too bad and Carolyn’s pharmacy helps keep it under control.
We are treated to another nice sunset tonight.