A big and bustling port town that smells more like a giant dump than anything. There isn't much to see here, which probably explains why there aren't any tourists wandering about at all. I got some pretty bad racial jokes here and there along the streets. Not surprising, knowing how royally out of place I am. Meanwhile Rox totally blended in. She's got the unidentifiable look about her that makes her fit like a local everywhere. Pretty sweet gig for a half Persian half norwegian Americana girl.
We checked into this hotel that's supposedly a part of the package we bought last minute. The place reminds me of rooms in the flats of series of low income housing in the 3rd world. Small & super bare. I think about all the hostels I've ever been to, this one is pretty low on the totempole - rickety prison-like windows, view of the water tank, 3rd floor walk-up. The only saving grace may be the AC. We spent the evening walking around town mostly looking for fruit juices to try and pao de queijo to eat. Man those little pao are gooood. It's got a mochi-like texture with a hint of cheese. Crispy on the outside. Warm and chewy on the inside. Nom. After drinking enough quantity of unknown fruit juices, we visited the main attraction of Manaus - the impeccably ornate Teatro Amazonas. Stumbled upon this ridiculously beautiful interpretive dance performance about lost love in the amazon. Best of all, it was free! After the show we walked back part way to the hostel. Some of the streets were desolate by this time in the night - short of a few garbage ladies digging away and the occasional sound of motorbikes for hire. We eventually hopped in a cab on the last leg - a little safety measure if not for anything else. I am pretty impressed at Rox's tolerance for 3rd world style ghetto night streets. I guess having grown up in areas similar to this, I wasn't too concerned. I'm loving this real-time learning about a great new friend. ... via mobile.