The Amazon Jungle Venture

By Xlibris US

This is a true history and my intention was to build a school for the settlers in the area of BR 174 kilometer 178 ,and a warning about the disforestation in that area by Serragro-Serraria Agro Pecuaria, and others extracting thousand of trees unchecked by no one. (Kilometer 210 BR 174.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499063806

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Copyright © 2014 by Ted Hamerline.

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I

dedicate this work

to my mother a writer, and Poet

my sisters a writer and loving person IVANA

my dearest sister and friend companion VERA

my good and so helpful friend LINDA

my special friend TERESA a writer and author of

Belly Button Blues

and

so many others that help me to make my writing possible

I thank you all.

NOTE: This history was my intention to build a School

for the settlers" in the area of BR 174 kilometer 178,and a WARNING

about the disforestation in that area,by SERRAGRO-Serraria Agro

Pecuaria, and others extracting thousand of trees unchecked by no one.

(kilometer 210 BR 174).

Preface

BR 174 - Manaus - Kilometer 187

A few years ago I made a trip to Brazil where I was born. I grew up in the state of Sao Paulo the industrialized South. The mystique of the Amazon jungle, commonplace enough in the imagination of every red-blooded young Brazilians, was fostered in my childhood by jungle tales, told by my father and nurtured by an uncle who actually migrated to the State of the Amazon as a young man, there to remain sixty years.

The significance of this is easier to understand if one is aware of the fact that until a few years ago the migration movements within Brazil were entirely from the underdeveloped North to the

BOOMING SOUTH!

I came to the United States to further my education, remained to this date. After trying many fields, I finally specialized in Psychology having acquired a University degree. I also engaged a private business and managed to have a moderate comfortable financial position. In passing years I found myself disillusioned with my profession bored with my business and realized that my old childhood dream of the jungle was still alive, that the Amazon still beckoned me. As I reflected on the dissatisfaction of my lifestyle, and other events not so good! I suddenly had the opportunity of selling my business. In an instant, everything seemed possible.

My visiting the Amazons crystallized a dream I had been formulating for so long and appeared to be within reach. At any rate, once the idea came to me it was the only thing left for me to do, I had to experiment the adventure. I also had the enthusiastic support of my wife,who herself was born closer to the jungle than I, being a native of a small village in the Country of El Salvador in Central America.

I took a short exploratory trip to Manaus in Brazil to look around to find out what were the possibilities to start my, AMAZONS JUNGLE VENTURE, and I will tell you about them.

Nine months later, symbolically on December 31,having leased my house we finally left. To a more deliberate individual thought, it may appear that my preparations were a little too hasty. I am by nature an adventurer, and of the many and varied species of adventurers, I am one with a hasty heart. Once I dream a dream, and believe I can accomplish what I aim for, I just go ahead and live it. I don’t write letters and study maps and elaborating plans. In other words, I am impulsive. To me, the greatest joy of the adventure is the element of surprise, of adjusting to actual day-to-day events,of overcoming difficulties and facing odds as they appear. Therefore this tale may exasperate the careful planner, the person who likes to know ahead of time where his next step will take him. To me, this was one of the most exhilarating adventures, in spite of the difficulties (some of which nearly costing me my life)I don’t regret one single minute of it. I am here to tell.

My wife and I left the United State. I made my very first trip to the Amazon, during the flight I started enjoying the thought of going home to visit.

I chose the Brazilian Airlines Varig and right away started Hearing Portuguese spoken and meeting Brazilians, delighting with Varig’s famed hospitality. My wife at the same hour left for El Salvador. We planned that she would finalize arrangements with two of her brothers for the trip to the Amazons in Brazil.

This was to be the main part of the group with whom we were to adventure,(Farm in the Amazon Jungle).

The intense tropical heat and humidity which met me as I left the airplane in Manaus, gave me a sample of the climate to which I would have to become acclimated. From the beginning I started to observe things which would be important in that land where I intended to live. A taxicab took me to my uncle’s home where I was greeted with great joy and we spent the rest of the night catching up on each other’s life during the past several years.

I spent a few days getting acquainted with Manaus, a city rich and famous in the previous century during the rubber boom, then neglected and nearly forgotten for many years and now having an economic revival because it had become a free port. Five hundred miles up the Amazon River, it rises out of the jungle, old turn-of-the century structures side by side with glass and cement skyscrapers. In spite of the climate, there was a tremendous feeling of rush and energy all over town. Crowds of people purposefully rushing about, a young city with a profusion students and traffic of car’s, VW, Monsas, Opalas, Del Rey jamming the streets fighting for every inch of space with the trucks and buses.

New construction is evident all about, commercial structures, housing development, apartment buildings all of growth fever which, although with 20thCentury trapping, creates a Far West impression. There are administration buildings which became obsolete before they are occupied and are left unfinished. A contagious feeling that something is being lost if one doesn’t make one’s ideas take form immediately, such is the atmosphere of this exploding city of Manaus today. When I arrived at the new supersonic airport, it was just being completed so that the airplane Concord can bring more people and cargo faster to this jungle outpost. Yet, the feeling of modern Far-West remains, with many adventures, bandits in every economic sector, riding around in their car’s instead of their horses. I was fascinated about all that energy and activity, but in a Very short time I was anxious to start my own adventure in the Amazonian jungle, away from the city, and longed to reach the serenity it seemed to radiate as I had seen from the air boundless and incredibly green.

There were things to be done and as soon as possible I contacted SUFRAMA, a governmental agency where I had been told I could buy land from the state of Amazon cheaper than from a private party provided I presented the authorities with a project which they felt was worthwhile. Also was told to see the Superintendent Director of land, after going through various Secretaries repeating my inquiries so many times I finally got hold of the Superintendent of Land who, very computerized and between countless cups of coffee punctilious, informed that I would have to present a detailed agricultural project, specifying the amount of capital I had to invest, guaranties, letters of credit, etceteras. There and then I decided to buy my land from a private party, and to assiduously avoid contact with governmental bureaucracy. I bought the newspaper and looked for land sale not too far from Manaus and accessible to an existing highway. I noticed that There were several ads from a Real Estate Agency named Floresta.

My plan was to buy some land, clear it, and start planting. Someday, I would have my own Town! In view of the quantity of ads placed under the name of Foresta’ Agency, I was under the impression that they would be a large organization. In reality, I found it too consist of an very small room, a desk with telephone, and a young receptionist. I was invited to be seated to wait for the real state broker who was a lady, in charge of this particular property in which I was interested.

The lady broker finally arrived. She told me I could see the property on the BR l74 on the following day. This land she wanted to show me, belonged to an Army Sargent, and was located 194 kilometers on the BR 174 and measuring 3,000 by 5,000 meters, a very small parcel of land, but that more land could be appropriated adjacent. I was anxious, very excited and I agreed to meet her. Next morning