“The miners knew the trails through the mountain, but worked there just to survive. (…) their sons became guides, fire fighters, and agents for preservation. In just one generation, there was an incredible change in the outlook of the local inhabitants: from brute exploration to preservation! Tourism evolved to guarantee income for their families (…)” (Roy Funch, in an interview for the Guia da Chapada Diamantina.)

Diamond Highlands

The Chapada Diamantina (Diamond Highlands) is a wonderful place to visit.

Roy Funch: Lençóis in the 70's.

Roy Funch, in an interview for the Guia da Chapada Diamantina.

What is good for the park, is good for its people.

Roy Funch, in an interview for the Suficiente Online Magazine.

The Forgotten Biomes of Brazil.

Oscar Ribeiro for Bromeliário Imperialis.

"Ran-out-of-food".

Acaba-Saco.

2016/04/07

Mucugezinho.


I went with Dr. Mark Barringer, chairman of the History Department of the Stephen F. Austin State University (Texas), to visit some old miners’ shelters at a place called “Café-sem-troco” = “coffee, but no change”*. The name dates to the time when the federal highway was being constructed (in the late 1950s/early 60s) as part of the many infrastructure investments that accompanied moving the Brazilian capital from Rio de Janeiro to the interior of that country. Brasília was built in the middle of nowhere (as if Washington DC were to be rebuilt in Oklahoma) – requiring not only a new mega-city (and preplanned suburbs) but new roads radiating like spokes from a central hub.

Before I visited Brasília I imagined it was a sparkling metropolis built in a huge clearing in the Amazon jungle – but it was actually erected on the rolling plains of open savanna grasslands (locally “Cerrado”) in central Brazil that lacked only zebras, wildebeests, lions, and giraffes to be a carbon copy of the Serengeti plains. A bit disappointing – especially since there are absolutely no animals to be seen – much less uncounted millions of examples of the African Pleistocene megafauna.

If you ever get a chance to go to Brasília, don’t.  Buy some postcards instead. Dreadful place – a perfect example of the Jetsons-dream of the midcentury – a fully modern city built from scratch but planned only for cars – human interactions be damned.

But I digress…… The region around Café-sem-troco was intensively mined (by hand) for diamonds in the late 1800s. Extensive exposures of the conglomerate rocks associated with diamonds are found there, and every square inch of the land was scoured for precious stones. I read a report by a state official who visited the area at that time and noted many makeshift dwellings. Some of them have survived to today.

After the diamond boom wound down and the new road was built, rock cutters reoccupied the miners’ shelters for a time to produce cobblestones and paving stones.

The shelters (tocas) were built under rock overhangs that provided rustic roofs, and the living areas were defined by stone walls raised without mortar or plastering. Just a doorway, never a window; maybe an open cooking hearth, never a chimney (the smoke would escape through the porous walls); beds would be made from thin poles cut from saplings, but they quickly rot away.

I had visited this site many years ago (before there were digital cameras or accurate GPS coverage) but, being right near the highway, it was a convenient trip to show off the archaeological features and update my data.

After the creation of the National Park in 1985, rock cutting dwindled and the shelters were only used by occasional hunters or hermits/semi-crazies who would stay for a while before moving on.

I must note that that the site sits on a hairpin curve that presents a very convenient place for trucks to overturn. Two huge tandem trailers carrying soybeans have flipped over in the past 10 or so months – depositing tons of beans into a swampy area of impeded drainage right at the curve. The result is a huge cauldron of fermenting beans that will certainly continue to stink up the area for years to come. Remnants from the crashes, including scraps of canvas and pieces of plywood, have been incorporated into two of the tocas – adding another chapter to their serial occupation and modification.

As these tocas are right along the road and very near a popular tourist spot (the Mucujezinho River) we hope that the next stage will be controlled and informative visitation to these historic features of the diamond mining era.

*Apparently the old woman who set up the stand to sell morning coffee and snacks to the workers (and, presumably, after-hours hooch) never had (or hid) any small change in him - but would gladly discount those monies from the next round of refreshments.