Pomerode

More rain yesterday of course and as if that weren’t enough Layne had decided this was the spot to prepare our taxes so it was a quiet morning aside from the droplets hitting the roof of the common area.

Rusty wasn’t interested in facing the elements. I was reading a book at my desk, the story of climbing Cerro Torre in Argentina. 

Once the taxes were on their way to the accountant in the States we exercised, watched most of the vans in the campground leave and planned our day under cover of museum roofs. First up lunch.

Layne had a sausage sandwich while I had a Key West style egg and cheese. 

Mine was quite cheesy. 

After sharing with Rusty who was sitting under the table we went to check out a wood museum, at least that’s what they called it. First we had to bounce some damned cobbles. 

Marceneiro in Portuguese is carpenter in English. 

It started out in 1945 as a furniture factory and the family still runs it and ships wooden items round Brazil. 

They powered the factory with a water wheel which got its power from the river outside. 

The store was full of wooden household gadgets and kitchen tools for sake fresh from the factory but Layne shopped for souvenir items small enough for van life, a spatula and a knife while I took Rusty for a walk. 

We have had a couple of sunless days but even when overcast we make yen amps from our solar panels  to cover running our 12 volt fridge and our inverter to charge our devices. The campground has good WiFi so we can turn off our Starlink which sucks up energy but we decided we wanted to drive a bit to get the batteries charged.  One day soon we will be able to plug in again on rainy days and use campground electricity…

We drive toward Blumenau a large city which boasts German roots half an hour from Pomerode on a rather boring road through industrial suburbs. 

Outr friends Herbert and Agnes had preceded us and warned us that Blumenau wasn’t worth visiting but the batteries got charged…

…and we saw nothing of note so we turned around and scuttled back to little Pomerode. Not before stopping to pick up some supplies at a small market. I saw a sign advertising daily specials listed by day: 

I cannot get over this Portuguese habit of numbering the useful days of the week.

This town isn’t a Disney style representation of a sanitized or idealized German community. 

To my eyes it looks very much like a modern German suburb, a contemporary community similar to any non sentimental ordinary German town you might find across the ocean.  

People here are just living their lives not posing in costumers for tourists with phone cameras. 

Oh and there is one rather odd traffic moment. A street that cuts through a downtown park defies normal traffic patterns. “Drive on the English side”says the yellow sign. 

For some reason madness has infected German orderliness and this cut through the park requires you drive on the left “ in the English manner.” And people do:

It seems the stupidest thing and it confused me when I first tried to turn in to find a parking spot. Drive on the left indeed. For one solitary block. 

Layne went to check out a museum dedicated to a local artist where she met the artist’s son and had a good poke around and sent me her pictures. The sculptor’s son who now manages the museum: 

Ervin Curt Teichmann was born in Germany in the city of Kiel in 1906 and his family emigrated to Pomerode in 1914. He grew up here and got married in 1933. His profession was teaching and art was a hobby. 

In 1939 Brazil passed a law forbidding foreigners from teaching and apparently Teichmann was still viewed as an emigrant so he lost his job. And that prompted him to go full time into sculpting. He died in 1992 in Pomerode.

The sun was making an effort to break out so Rusty and I were out enjoying it. 

Layne got it into her head we needed German beer of all things so we set off to look for a beer garden. 

Much nicer under clear skies. 

We found the oddest place, a pub attached to a gas station. An English speaker who had worked in Atlanta for 15 years helped us out and showed us how to work the self service beer dispenser. At a gas station while Rusty watched and kept watch over GANNET2. 

We had used a card system at the Gardens Hotel wine bar in Key West so we soon got the hang of it. $2:50 got you a decent pour of beer from several taps and they had snacks inside the convenience store. 

I’ve never done that at a gas station before.  It worked. 

With the sun scheduled to put in an appearance we are now planning to head to a beach campground we’ve found. Sea sun and sand I hope.