Ethan and I left for Cuiaba at sunrise, the closet "major" city about three hours away, to visit the Brazilian version of Sam's Club - Atacadon. It's as intimidating here as it is there. Restocking the pantry for twenty-two was an experience, we came away with among other things many kilograms of rice and beans, a tub of doce de leite, some delicious squash, and most importantly jam and nutella.
We made it to Pocone just as the sun was setting, and tomorrow will be visiting the construction store to pick up more tools and make another materials order, and afterward visiting another shop to pick up our concrete mixer (Portuguese wins best word for concrete mixer - bitoneira).
And we have a piece of very exciting news! So we were in this mega dilemma trying to find good quality, cheap wood for our roof, and talking over our budget with Eduardo and suddenly our price for the wood for the roof went from about R$20,000 for to just R$7,040. Don't worry. It's legal.
There's an envir onmental police, SEMA, that patrols the Pantanal and also grants rights for trees that have recently died and have good lumber. So back about a week ago, Eduardo called SEMA and told them that he had seen three trees and that we needed good, hard lumber for the school for the kids of Porto Jofre. There's been a lot of history for building a school for Porto Jofre, serious talk of it for about five years, and SEMA agreed to stop by the next day to see the trees and talk legalities.
Next day, SEMA arrived, Eduardo took them to see the trees, and poof two hours later we had R$12,960 more in our budget! It still seems like magic to us.
So now to 6/26, Eduardo arranged for us to pick up the lumberjacks that live in Pocone. The trees are at least ten meters high and two feet in diameter, and our two lumberjacks are armed with a chainsaw, two saws, and a pick axe.
Our GIEU crew has been very hard at work, to the right is Davicho, Robert, and Gercione, collectively our manual cement mixer. And to the left, are many hard at work digging in the back lot, a never-ending job.