
Most of my peers and I were so relieved as soon as we came near these caves because the temperature went from like 95°F to 75°F, it was fantastic!
This is our guide. He also held the only source of light once we were in the cave. He was explaining where the calcium and copper was, and pointing out the interesting shapes of the stalagmite and stalagtite.

Short story: So Clara (the coordinator) had said that she was going to be my doctor for the weekend, that she would take care of my foot etc, so on the way back she told me to sit next to her so she could wrap my foot up again and put some stuff on it from her first aid kit. And while she was preparing everything and getting stuff ready she was telling me this story about how one time when she was younger her dad had a wound of some sort and she was determined to heal it. She washed it and put stuff on it every day and took care of it, but time passed and it was still not getting better, so her dad decided to get it checked out by some friend who was a doctor and he said "oh my gosh! what have you been doing to it?!! You should have gone to the hospital a long time ago, this is terrible!" and apperantly it was really serious and had the dad not gone to get it checked out right afterward he could have gotten gangreen or something and they would have had to cut off his leg, at worst he would have died. so that made me extremely confident of her handling my foot. but apparently this event had inspired her to become a doctor!So, this whole time I didn't want to look at my foot because I was afraid it would look really bad. And then clara was made this comment right after she looked at my toe, "oh, um...we're gonna need something to cut with" and she signals over to our tour guide Aurecio, and he comes over, and whips out his machete (facão in Brasil) and brings it near me, and I started screaming not because I thought he was serious but I was afraid that by accident he'd end up cutting me because it was really quite close. But much to my relief, nada aconteceu e tudo bem.

The food here was sooo good too. It was buffet style as it always requires for such a big group. I had some carrot soup, some fried plantain, some good pieces of steak and salad, and rice, and some chicken too :) with some really good sauce and carmelized onions. SSOOO delicious.I don't want to show too many pictures, it was cool but something very real that at least I had to struggle with was this feeling of guilt of having people perform for me. Something that has such a cultural and historical significance like Capoeira and the quilombo dance with the skirts and sticks, and people have to resort to selling it to tourists because of their position in the economy. It's just really this feeling of privilege that I actually don't always feel in my own community. I really appreciate that they did this for us and yes it's a great form of entertainment, I love the berimbau and I like to do capoeira and enjoy children and others looking like they're enjoying themselves. So there is that thought that well this is something that has been passed down to them and they enjoy this activity, it's not like i'm sextouring, but at the same time I can never forget about the different power relation. So, what I'm doing is just keeping that in mind the cultural and historical importance of these things and know that well these are the consequences or being a tourist. In one way or another I will be seeing and experiencing things that won't have the same meaning to me as the people there, but I will try my best to find that meaning in them. But it also comes down to the fact that I see these people as people, I don't seperate myself in my mind so much from people that surround me. It's not like "I'm American" and the "Brazilians" I try not to think in labels, and I don't necessarily see it as people working for me, although you can't ignore that that is the power relation in most of these cases. I'm continuously trying to seek ways to reconcile this. I really encourage that before you travel anywhere you really should educate yourself on the contexts, and think about these power relations, and the problem with exoticism and othering.
The people are very welcoming though and like to tell people about the story and their experiences. I know they were recently given some kind of grant and I guess they also are partially funded by tourism, but their main deal is with fishing.

Then we came back. This picture above is of the lamp that is still there as symbol of Portugal and their colonization. It is an icon for Lençóis I believe because they are one of the few places that has still kept them.All these lunches as a group were provided for in our fees already so we didn't have to calculate with these expenses.
And after this lunch we were back on our way home. The whole 7 hours back.
We stopped at the same gas station to do some yoga (well that was mainly only me, but people stretched). This was that place that had the pineapple vendor, with the most delicious, juicy, sweet pineapples! And cheap too! I had some freshly made pineapple juice. and it saved me for what was going to come... tun tun tun...
Okay so some of my friends and i always ended up having to sit all the way in the back of the bus, which is right next to the bathroom. And at first everything is okay. We learned from last time--our way up to Lencois that this changes dramatically as time progresses, so we were insisting that peopel reconsider before using the restroom, but that didn't help. I felt like the smell exponentially worsened after they "cleaned" at the gas station, or I'm not really sure what they did to it, but it did not reik as terribly before that point, and then it just got unbearable. This is one of my friend covering his nose, I was inhaling into my pineapple cup until finally, it was seriously so bad--it was just worse than urine or feces. I feel like I could have withstood feced in my face more than this smell, so it is unexplainable as to why it would smell this bad but it got so strong that slowly we who were in the way back had to move up to the front of the bus and slowly the seat in front of us progressively started moving up because it was so unbearable! It was rediculous the back half was all up with the first half in the aisles, some of us sat thought because we still had such a long way to go.Yes it was a rather foul way to end this trip but even then, the smell of rotten feces could not have ruined this great adventure. The trip to Lençóis was by far one of the best travel experiences of my life!




