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The cruise would wind up in Manaus, a city known as the Paris of South America in the 19th century because of the elegant houses of the wealthy rubber barons and the stunning opera house they had built in this city 1000 miles up the Amazon river from the Atlantic. We had stopped at several river towns to explore, see local entertainments, meet the people and buy some of their colorful handicrafts. We also learned about the local flora and fauna. Santarém and Alter do Chão had been fascinating and the people were welcoming. In Santarém there were many beautiful parrots, and it was in Alter do Chão that we saw our first sloths. Many of the citizens were walking around the town with these animals, and it seems they had made pets of them. One of the locals made our cruise director, Andrew, take a picture with a sloth. He wasn’t sure how to hold it, so both tourists and local people had a good laughs at his expense! But now we had arrived in Parintins (pop. 80,000) a city of magic and mystery located on the right bank of the Amazon river on the island of Tupinambarana about 420 km (261 miles) east of Manaus. Parintins is a bustling city with busy shops, a beautiful cathedral and many motorcycles, bicycles, and scooters. The people take an immense pride in their city and their festival. The “Festival Folclórico de Parintins” takes place the last three days of June every year. It is held in the Bumbódromo, the huge purpose built stadium that holds 40,000 spectators. For six hours each night there is the incredible spectacle of singing, dancing, beating of the drums, chanting, fireworks, giant floats and decorations. This is a huge festival incorporating some of the legends, rites, and rituals of the indigenous people of the Amazon forest. The songs and dances are conceived and worked on in Parintins during the year, and everything, including the floats and costumes, is made locally.The artistic creativity of the people of Parintins is well known throughout Brazil, and this festival is now almost a rival in popularity to Rio’s famous Carnival. For the tourists, a small 2 hour sampling of this astonishing festival is given throughout the year. From the ship, we went to see the 2 hour performance. The local people were delighted to see us and wanted to practice their English with us. I noticed some teenage girls wearing T-shirts that said “English School”. Curious, I walked up to Gláucia, her cousin Ynessa, and their friends Paola and Simone and started talking to them. They were students at the English School, which is an English language school run in the town by Catarina Picanço , or as she would later tell me “they call me Kathy”. The girls studied with Kathy three times a week in her one room school equipped with a video, computer, and air conditioning. These classes were supplemental to the English classes they took in their regular school. The girls told
me about the performance I was about to see. I learned that there
is an intense but goodhearted rivalry in the whole town during the festival.
The performance revolves around the story of the killing and resurrection
of a bull. There are two teams telling the story in music, dance,
and song. Gláucia, with her brilliant smile told me
she is the fan of Caprichoso, the blue bull, and her cousin Ynessa
is a fan of the red bull called Garantido. We had a good laugh about
the cousins’ rivalry. The girls, their teacher Kathy, and I would
become very good friends.
Even the beautiful giant water lilies of the Amazon river have a legend. This one is about an Indian girl from one of the Amazon tribes who falls in love with a warrior who lives on the moon. When the moon was full she tired hard to reach the warrior. Her friends tried to convince her that this was hopeless, but she wouldn’t stop hoping. Then one night deep in the forest she saw a reflection of the moon in a lake. Thinking her loved one had come to earth at last, she jumped into the lake and drowned. But the warrior did exist. Taking pity on the poor girl who had fallen in love with him, he transformed her into the giant water Lilly, known as Vitória-Régia ). These legends and many others are always part of the show. .
Though the competition is mostly in a spirit of fun, sometimes fanaticism takes hold. Gláucia told me about one lady, a fan of Garantido, who painted her house red. Not being happy with this alone, she then went on to paint her pool red, too! Then there is the other lady, a fan of Caprichoso, who painted her house blue, and during the time of the festival won’t let her husband park his car in their garage because the car is red! Returning to the ship and leaving Parintins was hard to do. I haven’t made it back to Parintins in June for the big festival yet, but I’m determined to do this in the near future. The girls, Kathy and I stayed in touch through the years. We are all now very close friends. Each June when the festival is on, Gláucia asks me, “Are you red or blue? Do you want Caprichoso or Garantido to win?” I haven’t committed to either one yet!!! The following article is the first article Rita wrote for the magazine:
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