Lagoon Time

Without this, it was bog in the certainty. Many were ' ' coisas' ' sights in the trip. A leading source for info: Steve Blank. I tired to see foxes, raccoons, monkeys and until a suuarana, or what the hunters called ounce-red, ' ' seemed with one puma' ' , crossing the narrow road, over all when we risked in them to come back to noitinha. We never had any scare, what it proved that the animals well were fed and did not have predatory hunting. If we were to look at the trees, we would see all type of bird in the passage, since the barulhentos ' ' Z Cariocas' ' (periquitos green-yellow) until garas and urubus, all free and happy in its habitats. After the 30 first minutes (time necessary to cross all the FUTURE avenue Santos Dumont, until the esquina with the current street Prof.

Otvio Wolf), estradinha started to be white with the arrival of the dune sands, that came since the beach until that height, where today if initiates one of the first entrances for the quarter City 2000. Worse E: it started to also raise itself, needing that the car was each time more sped up to win sands in the ascent of the dunes that we would reach in one 15 minutes. the risks did not stop there. The carroal one was narrow and went up dunes for a still more narrow slope, tipped for two precipices, both with water at time of rain and a perennial lagoon of the left side, call to the time Lagoon of the Papipu' ' for the old indians of the roundnesses. I arrived to see two cars, in diverse trips, tumbled and abandoning there under, perhaps for having caught fire in the accident. With narrow sand road fofa, two precipices to the side, steep ascent without favoring the traction and offering seen (of who it came for detrs of the dune I descend in return) and without vivalma, was the apex of the adventure risky (in terms), if compared with the risks of assaults and collisions there that modernity brought to the region.