Cattle country
Old family friends had generously invited me to visit them for a few days near the town of Campos, a few hours north of Rio. It was quite a shift from the backpacking lifestyle to be dropped into the midst of an extended Brazilian family and to enjoy some home-cooked food.
I passed from relative to relative until I ended up in Campos where we visited the family farm (about 800 hectares of rolling green hills). I got to see young cattle being purchased and delivered to the farm in the morning along with a horseride around the farm before we left.
While we waited for cowboys to round up some grown cattle to trade for slaughter for the morning's purchase, a nasty looking snake wandered past.
After the cattle arrived the long process of weighing them and rebranding them began.
It was pretty impressive to see how skillfully the cowboys managed the herd on horseback, cajoling the animals through the various gates and pens, weighing them in groups and juggling which animals were where.
I had been staying with Conrado in Campos, and the next day he offered to take me flying in an ultralight at the Campos Aero Club.
I passed from relative to relative until I ended up in Campos where we visited the family farm (about 800 hectares of rolling green hills). I got to see young cattle being purchased and delivered to the farm in the morning along with a horseride around the farm before we left.
While we waited for cowboys to round up some grown cattle to trade for slaughter for the morning's purchase, a nasty looking snake wandered past.
After the cattle arrived the long process of weighing them and rebranding them began.
It was pretty impressive to see how skillfully the cowboys managed the herd on horseback, cajoling the animals through the various gates and pens, weighing them in groups and juggling which animals were where.
I had been staying with Conrado in Campos, and the next day he offered to take me flying in an ultralight at the Campos Aero Club.
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