Get away …
Santuário do Caraça …
The continuing saga of my recent trip to Brazil …
Leaving the not quite visited Serra da Canastra National Park in flames behind us it’s another six hour road trip to the Santuário do Caraça. This is a beautiful 17th century seminary set in a stunning mountain setting. The sanctuary covers a little over 11,000 hectares and is home to the Maned Wolf and Masked Titi monkey as well as birds of the Atlantic forest. It’s about two hours drive here from Belo Horizonte, capital of Minas Gerais and Brazil’s sixth largest city, getting on for 2.4 million people, weekends and holidays are best avoided.
The accommodation is simple but comfortable, meals are provided in the refectories, alcohol can be purchased. The church is fully functional and a place of pilgrimage.
Walking paths quickly get you to lush forest or up to heathy scrub. If you are a birdwatcher preparing for a visit don’t miss this post.
Another regular guest is the Maned Wolf, or lobo-guará because of its reddish fur. After dinner a tray of food is set out for it in front of the church doors, a priest calls “Guará” and in it comes … within an hour or three if you’re lucky. They are solitary beasts not pack animals, they come one at a time and they are quite unconcerned about the tourists and their flash photography but maintain a sharp lookout for other wolves. The food tray has fruit and meat on it. Interestingly the fruit was the first to go on the evenings I was there.
The birding was fabulous, the list included Velvety Black-Tyrant, Cliff Flycatcher, Blackish Rail, Serra Antwren, Biscutate Swift, Swallow-tailed Cotinga, Red-ruffed Fruitcrow, Hyacinth Visor-bearer and Large-tailed Antshrike. Dusky-legged Guan and the Rufous Gnatcatcher posed for their photos.
Guianan Squirrel and Masked Titi Monkey presented themselves for inclusion on the mammal list.
It’s hard to predict the highlight of a trip. This Brazil trip provided many and lived up to expectation in every respect. Caraça, though, was really special. I could go there for many reasons, I don’t believe in god but I do believe he commissioned some wonderful works, the setting is magnificent and the other creatures on hand to share it with … splendid.
From Sue, our Dublin correspondent …
The $97 shirt revisited …
Let’s revisit the problem …
You saw a shirt for $97.
Having no cash, you borrowed $50 from your mum and $50 from your dad.
$50 + $50 = $100.
You bought the shirt, and had $3 change.
You gave your dad $1 and your mum $1. You have a dollar in your pocket.
You now owe your mum $49 and your dad $49.
$49 + $49 = $98. Add the $1 you still have = $99.
Where is the missing dollar?
The first point to be made is that if you have no money, what you need from your shirt is that it make a good impression at your next job interview … $25 at target.
Secondly, if you have $3 in your pocket, no matter how it came to be there, and you give $1 to your Mum and $1 to your Dad you will have $1 left … the world does not owe you an extra dollar.
So let’s take it from the beginning …
You borrow $50 each from Mum and Dad. You have $100 in your hand.
You spend a ridiculous amount on a shirt and now you have a shirt in one hand and $3 in the other.
You give two dollars away, you are left with $1, a shirt and, because you reduced your $100 debt by $2, a debt of $98 … what else did you expect?
The puzzle evaporates in the face of logic but on first reading it has a certain pull … because it invites you to do a sum that simply isn’t itself logical and leads to a wrong answer.
If you saw straight through the puzzle congratulations.
If you didn’t you may need to temper your expectations at the job interview.
If you wrote the puzzle there’s a guy in Canberra named Wayne Swan who needs a hand finding a few missing dollars.
From Kate, our European correspondent …
Dummies’ guide to what went wrong in Europe.
Helga is the proprietor of a bar. She realizes that virtually all her customers are unemployed alcoholics and, as such, can no longer afford to patronize her bar. To solve this problem she comes up with a new marketing plan that allows her customers to drink now, but pay later.
Helga keeps track, in a ledger, of the drinks consumed (thereby granting loans to the customers).
Word gets around about Helga’s “drink now, pay later” marketing strategy and, as a result, increasing numbers of customers flood into Helga’s bar. Soon she has the largest sales volume for any bar in town.
By providing her customers freedom from immediate payment demands Helga gets no resistance when, at regular intervals, she substantially increases her prices for wine and beer – the most consumed beverages.
Consequently, Helga’s gross sales volumes and paper profits increase massively. A young and dynamic vice-president at the local bank recognises that these customer debts constitute valuable future assets and increases Helga’s borrowing limit. He sees no reason for any undue concern, since he has the debts of the unemployed alcoholics as collateral.
He is rewarded with a six figure bonus.
At the bank’s corporate headquarters, expert traders figure a way to make huge commissions, and transform these customer loans into DRINKBONDS. These “securities” are then bundled and traded on international securities markets.
Naive investors don’t really understand that the securities being sold to them as “AA Secured Bonds” are really debts of unemployed alcoholics. Nevertheless, the bond prices continuously climb and the securities soon become the hottest-selling items for some of the nation’s leading brokerage houses.
The traders all receive a six figure bonus.
One day, even though the bond prices are still climbing, a risk manager at the original local bank decides that the time has come to demand payment on the debts incurred by the drinkers at Helga’s bar. He so informs Helga. Helga then demands payment from her alcoholic patrons but, being unemployed alcoholics, they cannot pay back their drinking debts. Since Helga cannot fulfil her loan obligations she is forced into bankruptcy. The bar closes and Helga’s 11 employees lose their jobs.
Overnight, DRINKBOND prices drop by 90%. The collapsed bond asset value destroys the bank’s liquidity and prevents it from issuing new loans, thus freezing credit and economic activity in the community.
The suppliers of Helga’s bar had granted her generous payment extensions and had invested their firms’ pension funds in the BOND securities. They find they are now faced with having to write off her bad debt, losing over 90% of the presumed value of the bonds. Her wine supplier also claims bankruptcy, closing the doors on a family business that had endured for three generations.Her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor, who immediately closes the local plant and lays off 150 workers.
Fortunately though, the bank, the brokerage houses and their respective executives are saved and bailed out by a multibillion dollar ”no-strings-attached” cash infusion from the government.
They all receive a six figure bonus.
The funds required for this bailout are obtained by new taxes levied on employed, middle-class, non-drinkers who’ve never been in Helga’s bar.
Now do you understand?
Parque Nacional da Serra da Canastra …
Twelve hours on the road will get you across the state of Minas Gerais from Caratinga to São Roque de Minas, site of the closest hotel to the Canastra National Park.
The great attraction of this part of Brazil is the Giant Anteater, not easy to find anywhere this is where your chances are best. The park opens at 8 am … unless of course it’s on fire.
A major grass fire was ripping through the park, it was closed for the two days we were in the neighbourhood. Not an unfamiliar situation for an Australian.
There is a stream at the foot of the range with some remnant forest and not too far away the private Reserva Natural da Cachoera do Cerradão. The birdlife is prolific and colourful. Another primate graced us with fair views, the Maked Titi Monkey.
The contest for the most beautiful bird in Brazil would be a very difficult one to judge but at the Reserva we saw both the Pin-tailed and Helmeted Manakins, both would be in with a chance.
And wandering across the countryside a distant Giant Anteater …
Freedom to abuse …
Alan Jones has shot himself in the foot and the ricochet has hurt the cause that he holds dear. What a noodle.
That the prime minister is a liar is news to no one, to bring her father into the debate is pointless. The pain of losing a loved parent is great, to trespass upon that loss is insensitive, ill-considered, bad manners and really bad strategy. I’m sure Mr Jones regrets his utterance. That he tries to shift the blame to those who recorded and disseminated his words just makes him look weaker. He is not the first person to blame others for his own stupidity, I’m sure he’ll get all the sympathy he deserves for that.
Trust the government, though, to call for his punishment, to use this issue as another excuse to attack freedom of speech.
The freedom to say only what the government wants to hear is no freedom at all.
And this would appear to be a very good case for letting free speech have its head. Intemperate and ill-considered speech rebounds on the speaker.
Shirts, $97 …
You saw a shirt for $97.
Having no cash, you borrowed $50 from your mum and $50 from your dad.
$50 + $50 = $100.
You bought the shirt, and had $3 change.
You gave your dad $1 and your mum $1. You have a dollar in your pocket.
You now owe your mum $49 and your dad $49.
$49 + $49 = $98. Add the $1 you still have = $99.
Where is the missing dollar?
Muriqui …
Next stop on the Brazil foray was Caratinga, specifically to see the Northern Muriqui.
These are the largest South American (non-human) primates. There are fewer than 1000, they are restricted to the Atlantic Forest region of Brazil and because of fragmentation of the forests the remaining Muriqui are languishing in small isolated groups. The best studied group are to be found on a private reserve – Reserva Particular do Patrimônio Natural Feliciano Miguel Abdala, in the state of Minas Gerais. All praise to its owner.
The Muriqui has long limbs and a long prehensile tail. They swing through the trees with great agility eating mainly young leaves and fruit They live mixed-sex groups of between 8 and 80 individual which are not particularly territorial or aggressive. Females tend to give birth to a single offspring during the May – September dry season. Male offspring remain with their natal group. Females disperse to join other groups once they have reached adolescence at 5 – 7 years.
We found a female with a baby and an older sibling almost immediately and later a group of twenty or so.
We spent a long time with the Muriqui, but as is always the case, time in the field is always rewarded. The day yielded 44 species of bird and three more primates … Buffy-headed Marmoset, Brown Howler and Black Capuchin. Plus a Nine-banded Armadillo made a brief appearance, it’s rare to see these at all and most sightings are at night.











