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Here we are again in São Thomé das Letras.
New madness!
Armando always driving...
The fella is not Spielberg, but directs the car too well
chiefly on the dirt roads of Mineiro countryside.
Arriving at Noel's Camping, we have life calling us to more news
[mistaking Claudinho's name] Oh Toninho, I got some bad news for you.
Huh?
Do you know who has died?
Who?
And bad news...
OMFG! What happened?
A motorcycle crash...
***!
You're in, Paulinho?
Let's play that ten-point game thingy...
You're in, Paulinho?
You're in, Isabel?
I'm coming, I only need to votfogvvsm vhvhfhfhrgis cckcf wuwuerr...
- Don't you throw the ball too low, right? - I'll throw it at your toes.
And the larvae having fun in the lazy afternoon
They are able to have fun with the most minimal and simplest things in an environment like this.
For those coming from distant regions all is novelty,
things they'd see only on TV, Internet or textbooks.
It's a tiny tangerine.
No, Dad, don't give me that "mimita" thing.
Is it a minigerine or a microgerine?
This larva tries to explore the different world of mini-tangerines.
I really see a tangerine.
Want some?
No, thanks.
Ih, it looks like a pumpkin.
Yup.
I try to explore the fantastic world
of the net next to the tents and the world of comfort
it can make for in a natural environment like this.
In the evening, a bonfire and talks about the friends who are about to come.
Funny thing is, the town is so small and it's so hard to get news from them.
But they are coming to town for sure, at least this time it is for sure.
Did you find Waldir? No?
No.
Did you find Waldir? No?
No.
Didn't you even go there?
Weren't you supposed to call him?
We were, but he was not home.
Ah, wasn't he?
In their smaller house?
Off to the supermarket.
At Paraíso, one of the divisions of Eubiose Complex,
Thaygo attempts to shoot a huge spider he found on some rocks.
Never saw the shot and forgot to ask him how good it turned out.
The countless passages all along the Eubiose Fall;
passages, rocks, brooks and precarious bridges along the rapids
make for an intrincate panorama as a maze inside the Complex.
Complex is a real good name
for these successions of passages
that go into the distance to Flávio's Fall.
Look out, I'm going to start shooting, OK?
Start over, wait there!
I'm going to start shooting, OK?
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One!
We managed to catch sight of this ancestral being, the Australopitecus
lost in slight daydreams and meditations with Mother Nature
Well, Waldir's gang has appeared in town at last!
Enough of asking when friends are showing up for vacation.
They are already among us.
Waldir, Lu, Gabriel, Renan, all of them come
to fill our lives with joy
in this town of São Thomé das Letras.
And we go in style to Shangri-Lá Fall,
hard to find, lost amid many many many farms of the region.
Investigating the cave paintings in Shangri-Lá.
A place for cave paintings that are as rudimentar
as they are beautiful and amazingly graphic.
The little body, the little leg to one side, to another side...
and the little head on the top.
There, small and red...
Is it upside down?
A good place for a more than beautiful slip of Renan's
on the stone as smooth as soap at the brook's banks.
Stay some more, Renan. Have one more glass...
I have taped this slip to posterity, right?
Ah, *** it!
The beauty of the water falls hidden by sheer chance anywhere in this spot.
In the evening, time to go to town to enjoy
a concert by a Brazilian rocker
that had been out of spotlights for a while after the eighties:
Kiko Zambianchi, whose brother and bassist
was for quite a while an inhabitant of São Thomé.
Subtitled by Matias Romero matiasromero@gmail.com