Show must go on… (Joinville – Florianopolis)
Posted on | September 29, 2009 | 6 Comments
- New Start
After a big break I took my new equipment and hit the road again. As you know I dislike walking through citys with millions of citisens, so I started walking from Joinville. I could feel it in my shoulders, my back and of course in my feet, that I didn´t walk for a long time. After 10 Km I felt the first pain. I left a lot of things in Curitiba, but anyway, the weight of my bagpack seemed to be doubled. The first day I walked along the highwat (again). But the see was close and I couldn´t wait to arrive there. It was clowdy, but it didn´t rain. There were many little villages and bars on my way, but nature and tranquility was missing.
Sunset. No Police- or Firestations close. But there was a kind of hospital standing there so I asked, if they have some space for me. They allowed me to put my tent on the ground behind the hospital. At 9 pm I had a coffee and a chat with the doorsman and went to sleep.
The next morning started with a drizzle. After another 15 Km I reached the see. I asked people for the way to Barra Velha, which was my target for that day. “You´re almost there”, they lied. At last “almost there”, meant 12 more kilometers. When I arrived, the millitary police sent me to the firemen, which were located on the highway. I went there and the guys recieved me very friendly. Funny guys, 2 dogs (Max and Heineken), coasy place. I stayed 2 days there, washed and dried my clothes, rested, talked to the firemen and even made some imergency-practise-training with them (I was the victim and they had to rescue me).
Bombeiros Voluntarios de Barra Velha
My walk went on without any amazments. At the end of the day I arrived in Penha. I walked through the town and didn´t really like it. I asked some people for the fire brigade and got three different directions…
So, of course I got lost in an alley, where a scary looking guy, maybe 25, with scars in his face, started to follow me. “Ey”, he shouted and went in front of me. He looked kind of angry and as if he was on drugs. He held something in his hand but I don´t know what it was, I stared into his face instead. He said something but I didn´t understand him. The only words I understood was “sua mochilla”, which means “your bagpack”. I didn´t say anything and kept staring seriouse into his face. It was funny, he seemed to expect an answer or a reaction and waited and waited, and after 10 seconds of silent staring he seemed to become very confused. He looked so funny, that I couldn´t repress to smile, which confused him even more. “Well, what ever,…”, he said, turned around and went away. So did I.
Again I slept at the bombeiros voluntarios and when I woke up the next day, it was raining kaskades. It was an incredible rain and it didn´t stop. It was absurd to wait. I looked into the sky and knew, it wouldn´t stop till the evening. I took my things and started waling without breakfest. Well… At that day I had some special obstacles to overcome:
Flooding in Penha
After 5 Km I was still in the town and the rain was still the same.
I stopped at a Lan-House, which was closed. But there was a woman inside. She opened the window. I asked, if they gonna open soon. “No, it´s closed because of the flooding-warnings”. Suddenly I had a picture in my mind, of me, swimming to the next city. “Are you walking?” She asked. “Yes”, I said. She had very warm eyes. “You had breakfest, yet?”, “No”, I said. She gave me 2 warm and tasty sandwidches and a bottle of Cola. It was still raining a lot, but it was dry at the window. We had a nice conversation while I was having my breakfest at the window. “Christ will open the way for you”, she said. It stopped raining. And I went on.
Sometimes I asked for the way and note that the same communication-problems with the people repeat themselves over and over again:
Me: “Excuse me, where is the way to Itajaí?”
Man: “You can take the bus the next street.”
Me: “No, I´d like to walk.”
Man: “Yes, you can walk to the bus-station, it´s close.”
Me: “I mean I´d like to walk to Itajaí.”
Man: “…Yes, the bus is coming soon.”
Me: “I wana go with the feet, no bus.”
Man: “What? No, you can´t do this. It´s 20 kilometers. Take the bus.”
But at last I found the way, which was very nice at that day:
Finaly a quite path
A very nice walk for about 10 km. Then I reached the highway again and arrived in Navegantes, where I was hosted by the very friendly bombeiros. We drank a lot of cofe, sitting together at a table and I was telling my storys. The guys had a fantastic humor. The next morning they woke me up, singing the word “Café” with the melody of Mozats 15 symphony. I went from Navegantes to Itajai and from there I desided to walk along the beach. I was fed up with the highway. I got lost in a little village but then I found a path, going through a little forest, leading directly do Bolneario, which was my destination for that day. I walked through the forest and get stranded at the beach again. Dead-end:
Shoes off...
So I took my shoes off and walked through the water, which was very refreshing. I arrived in Bolneario and note that I forgot all my documents in Navegantes… I got frustrated and drank a cofé in a restaurant of an Argentinian, where I also left my bagpack behind, to take the bus back to Navegantes, do get my documents back. I arrived back in Bolneario at night and the bombeiros hosted me again. This time the bombeiros were not really interested. The only one who spoke with me, was Felippe, an 8 years old boy, who asked me a lot of questions. We had a nice chat and played kickers afterwards.
From Bolneario I wanted to reach Tijucas, which was quite far. I left the highway and walked along the beach. What a fantastic day. The sun was shining, the people were friendly. I passed Itapema (beautyfull town) when a car passed by. The smiling driver opened the window, shouting something like “Hey man, the Camino De Santiago is already over”. I was surprised. That was the first one I met in Brasil, who knew about the Camino de Santiago. Tiago got out of the car and we had a nice conversation about the camino, which he walked in the year 2007. And when I continued walking he said something, which I really missed to hear for one year now: “Buen Camino”.
Two or three more kilometers along the beach, and I was in a mood af absulute happyness. I threw my bagpack onto the sand took off my clothes and jumped into the see. The water was cold and refreshing, the waves were high. I took some time for myself and made a siesta.
Beach of Itapema
For the next 10 km I was in a fantastic mood. But the last 5 were horroble. My feet hurt like hell and I moved forward with maximum 2 km/h. I arrived in Tijucas at night, stayed at the bombeiros again and went on to Biguacu the next day. Awfull route. This time I couldn’t walk along the beach. Only highway. And the whole day was only boring. Nothing happened at all. In Biguacu I slept at the policia militar (in a room which was looking like a garage) on the floor and continued (not really rested) at th next day to Florianopolis, where I want to rest for some days and discover the Island. “The Island Of Magic”, they say. Looking forward to arrive there. They also say that the island is famouse for the friendly people, paradisic beaches (42 in total), and beautyfull girls. I walked and walked, looking for the bridge which leads to the island, and finaly:
Bridge to Florianopolis
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September 29th, 2009 @ %I:%M %p
Hey Anrej! You are such a brave guy. Me and my mom read about you, there was this magazine from curitiba that we saw a little about your life! Really awesome! Keep on goin´ and good luck!!!
September 30th, 2009 @ %I:%M %p
Now I was really worrying about you with all the flooding and the pictures of it… I hope you’re going on well…
By the way: The pictures taken on that camera are still quite bad, blurred etc. Have you tried to change the setup again?
Maybe you can reset it in any way…
Have a nice walk and don’t get lost!
October 1st, 2009 @ %I:%M %p
Hey Andrej, how are you?
Man, when you was in Penha, you spent the night close to my house, maybe less of 1km.
Say me, do you remember how make the flower?
hahaha
Good luck in your way man!
Ps.: Never forget: Sorry my english!
October 1st, 2009 @ %I:%M %p
I love your website.
The stories is so cool …
I hope I can meet you when you pass by Biguaçu.
Hugs,
Aline
October 4th, 2009 @ %I:%M %p
I’ve been reading your posts and following your stories for a while now. Good to know you are doing well and that you are having good luck on your way always!
October 13th, 2009 @ %I:%M %p
Hey Andrej, how are you man?
Where are you now?
Im Tiago, the “peregrino” that you talk in itapema.
I like to read what do you write about our chat.
So man, send me news, and i will follow you here.
So, do you look my mail with pictures the canino ???
Buen Camino.