Wandering like a monkey, life like a monk, art in the pockets.
Where did we come from, and where are we going?
Even after becoming a hairless monkey, the journey continues

The boat arrived at an island on the Amazon River. As we walked, came to a village. A dog passed by in front of what looked like a restaurant.

I asked for a guide and went to see the indigenous people’s way of life. It was the dry season, so the houses were built very high above the water, and puppies and chicks were cooling down below them.

We went out on two boats to go spear fishing at night. There were lots of small fish in the shallow waters like a swamp. Also a baby crocodile. The general store on the water was closed, but a boy was taking care of his net.

I was attracted to the ceramic works I saw at the exhibition, and set out on a journey to find the valley where they were made, and ended up in this village. I got to know João here, and worked in his atelier every day. I was given a room to stay by two families, Maira and Sergio.

As the day of my departure from Brazil approached, I decided to cross the border by travelling up the Amazon River. From this town, my month-long boat trip would begin. First, go to buy a hammock to sleep in on the boat.

I bought enough food for a few days in Quito and crossed over to the Galapagos. The sea was still cold in September. Plovers were running around on the shallow beach, and iguanas were gathered in groups. I walked and walked along the long.
