I travelled to deepest darkest Capao with my Slavic hitch hiking compadre Monika.
Our host Sam sings to us one night and plays both the guitar and the accordion (not at the same time, that would be clever ….and strange).
We talk spiritual and philosophical matters, shamanism, animism and he tells about his experiences of taking the jungle plant Ayahuasca. The mind expanding properties of this natural trip allow you to understand the universe and all it’s mysteries.
Sam wrote Tamarindo, an ode to Ayahuasca and his visions. It’s a catchy number and I dance to it on tea breaks mid-trek. Rough terrain jiggery reminded me of John Cleese’ Ministry of Silly Walks; it was hard to maintain any balance!
New ideas about Shamanism inspire me to waft around butterfly styleee with Pablo’s colourful kanga. It’s easy to forget when out in this wilderness that it was once populated by Indigeonous people. And that the forest may have been full of meaning for them, a reverence held – spirits, seasons, symbols.
Tamarindo A Bitter Fruit – Fulano de Tao
O suco de tamarindo /The juice of tamarindo
Que eu tava com a colher bulindo /That I was with touching with a spoon
Nunca me deu azedo /Never felt so bitter to me
Nunca me deu prazer do seu amor /Never felt the pleasure of your love
A flor que tava se abrindo /The flower that was opening
Num cacto espinho surgindo /A cactus spike emerging
Nunca feriu meu dedo /Never wounded my finger
Nunca me fez arder do seu calor /Never made me burn by your love
De fato eu subi montanhas /In fact I climbed mountains
E montes eu descobri sobre voce /And hills I discovered about you
Agora to sozinho aqui no meu canto /Now i`m here alone in my corner
Com toda a certeza que nenhum encanto /With sure that no charm
Vai desaparecer com tudo que eu vivi /Will disappear with all that I lived
Mesmo sabendo que voce nao volta pra mim /Even knowing that you will not return to me