MAGAZINE ECHO VENTURES

In this edition, the reader's history counts the system analyst's Dan Robson adventure, that one day decided to change of life and to look for your true sense " I wanted to know Brazil, but mainly to know me. To think in my mistakes, defects, fears.....", to remind. That answer came with the project Areias365, in proposal of to walk and to camp for the whole Brazilian coast. It would be Dan Robson's first adventure, accomplished in 4 stages, that you will accompany each one of them in the pages of the magazine Ecoaventura, Dan that got to pass hunger, reveals that the mater difficulty the psychological balance overcomes the physical challenges, but is not sorry for anything and other person is said now, accompany each step of this day now and discover with Dan the charms of the nossoas beaches But before beginning the history of this long trip it lets me to say as everything Began, in 27/12/1999... Everybody wants to accomplish a dream, and with me it was not different. I went very criticized by being a dreamer person, but in mine I summon knew that one day would find my road, didn't know exactly " I eat " but was sure that one day, God would show, which the reason of so much restlessness.

This day arrived, in the middle of the year end, in 1999, I began to contemplate about my life, it was as usual eating lunch in front of the computer, and my relatives in the kitchen. I noticed, then that was much more distant of them of what it seemed, days, perhaps months, even years. In the last fifteen years, my life, was summarized in working with computers and me had not given bill that was there are years distant of an entire social system that is humanly necessary for all mortal. Will it be that would have a chance of changing my life? Was I unhappy with the life quality that possessed, and the one what could make? The only thing that knew was to work with computadores.Foi when I tried to discover what could feel pleasure. /you noticed, more and more, that to talk about adventure; and all matters about the adventurers' small and big expeditions and expeditionary, they made my eyes they shine and my imagination to navigate. It was when I noticed, that I could accomplish an adventure!! to be an adventurer!!! This will really fill out the emptiness that was in me.

I tried like this to idealize a project, mixing studies economical partners, science and psychology.
And it was of this it sorts things out and with these thoughts that was born the Projeto Areias365. 1 stage of the Projeto Areias365, Rio Grande do Sul / Santa Catarina / Paraná / (1.370 Km in 60 days of foot in the highway). In the first day of the expedition, alone, in the beach of Chui in Rio Grande do Sul, place where it could never imagine that would feel my first adventure; I had a fear sensation with liberdade.Uma emotion it finds strange, but strong. To the south of my country the beginning and to the north the stranger.

After some hours the night falls, I try to set up camp, in little time I fall asleep.
Dreaming about my family and my girlfriend, suddenly I am wakened up by the fires of artifícios.Era I begin him/it of the new year, my first new year far away from all the people that do part of my life and they are in the distance accompanying my new road, my new life, where I try to find in this trip the roads of my own one to be.

Therefore the day dawns and I am standing already to continue my trip, while the lunchtime approaches I look for information on the place, and kindly a gentleman offers me a refeição.Saboreando an excellent home-made food and a long one chats Edeir (a fisherman of the area) me alert on a local legend, the Legend of the Foot Grande.Dando little importance on the fact, and judging that the warning was a form of scaring, I thanked the food and I followed my trip.

The sun was very strong, but softened by the peacefulness of the place, it was something surprising.

/you already had walking for almost eight hours and had not found anybody for the itinerary percorrido,o silence it was cut by soft waves and, as it already passed of twenty o'clock, I decided to set up camp there same, but something got my attention; there was at the place you vary footprints, and with fear, but also very onlooker decided to investigate the footprints and I left my backpack there even in the sand, following the footprints in direction the dunes.

Therefore I arrive close to a sandbank; something moves and a deafening scream hovers in ar.Sem to breathe or to think, I roll the dune in direction my backpack and in the middle of the foray I drop all the food and several utensils.

Running as a lunatic non consiguia to imagine something to not to be the monster of the Foot Levels, that Mr. Edeir mentioned.
The night I seek shelter in an abandoned house, probably of fishermen and I sleep with hunger.

The day clears up and I follow trip to seek food and some explanation for the previous night, but there is not anybody.

During thirty o'clock of the happened without any food, I decide to eat the roots of the grass to have something to sustain me, the taste was horrible, but at least the headache had ceased. For my surprise, I sight the light of Saddle, where had the hope of finding food and some morador.Não was long a lot and my hope was right, soon at night, I am having dinner with my new friends, the Cable of the Navy and Sergeant Gregório, they are surprised with my story and they burst out laughing unmasking and explaining that the fearless monster of the Big Foot, was actually a group of Macacos Bugil, that you/they live at those places. Who would say a local legend made to happen hunger and I still had to eat grass to survive.!! The following days of the trip were calmer, admired all the beauties of the Coast of Rio Grande do Sul, I made great friends and countless people contributed giving landing and a delicious dinner.

What really got my attention in the whole coast Gaucho, it went to the city of Towers and your gigantic walls of stones and wonderful mountains, an unforgettable and fantastic view that surprised me with your magnificent beauty, and the harmony sensation and peace that allows to feel it is gratifying.
Following trip, city of Passos of Towers - beginning of Santa Catarina,começo to travel the state that possesses an outstanding beauty, your beautiful beaches still surprised me every day and the people nicer.

Many believe in the southerners' descriminação in relation to adventurers, but really that is pure fetish, because I was suitable in your houses so that it surprised me, in a lot of occasions until the own owners of lodgings and hotels didn't collect anything of me and to they insisted of they accommodate me in your establishments.

Santa Catarina a state where to the magic it hovers in the air ,onde the people and one of the most beautiful of the whole Country and the lanky blond women of clear eyes get the attention the all the moment, and they do me to remember of my girlfriend that I left in São Paulo. Leaving aside this whole beautiful vision proceeds my days knowing a lot of beaches and some still in been preservation total, places really beautiful where days I could pass knowing to the people's peculiarities. It is it will also be able to accomplish the research on the medicinal herbs that the riverine people use, existent in all coast Brazilian ,coletando material.

Arriving in Paraná, I have an abbreviation, but aconchegante trip, because the coast paranaense in relation to the two previous State is very smaller, and tends the opportunity to know the island of the Honey, without a doubt the name it is exactly what she represents, a place with a wonderful energy where the visitors' only intention is really moment to pass in total harmony with the nature and all that there are. It went an unforgettable weekend to me, but as everything that is good lasts little I have to follow my road in direction Guaraquecaba, but for this would have to go from ship to Paranaguá and of there to catch other ship for my destiny, arriving in the city informed as arriving in São Paulo I caught a trail of the town of Batuva to Taquaril.

The night arrives and in a fast way a storm closes ,a strong rain leaves me all sopped and the lightnings fall the the whole instant leaving me apavorado.Após to walk for several hours of bass of a great storm I get shelter in a farm of buffalos where Mr. João (the caretaker of the farm) me thirst a place in the large tent to take shelter of the rain and to take a hot bath. Therefore in the morning an entire great breakfast with him and your family and I follow trip.

In direction Taquaril, arriving at the town of Batuva, the residents show me the trail that ties the. two towns and they alert me that the place should be a quagmire and that should catch a shortcut in the swamp, because it would be safer.

.Imaginem only after traveling for two hours the mud of the trail I had to still catch 6 and a half kilometers until arriving in the swamp.
I was countless times stalled until the waist and with every certainty, it was one of the most difficult itineraries of the trip, didn't know it continued if or it returned, but as who this in the mud and for if lamelar, then literally came crab.

After 3 hours amid the mud of the swamp arrive at the town of Taquaril the first town of São Paulo, and I seek a place where I can clean, therefore more seemed a monster of the swamp.
When I sighted the health center I asked for the employees some water to clean, all laughed, therefore they never saw a man-crab, whose body was pure black and smelly mud.