my crossing of the barreiras towards atins. these were my skippers, two happy, shoeless skinny young boys who wanted to charge me the equivalent of 1 dollar for the crossing. i negotiated them up to 10 - the people up here are so simple, friendly, basically honest that it feels wrong to short change them of a just fare. you can see a slimmer of my green backpack just underneath the front plank of wood and sail.