Paracetamol on Lay By

Trip Start Feb 06, 2007
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Friday, November 9, 2007

Friday November 9th, Salvador
Obviously Thursday night is party night. From the comfort of our bed Pete was entertained all night with live bands, and the partying ended up below our bedroom window at 5am. Barb slept through the lot.
At breakfast Pete found a K-Mart type catalogue in yesterday's newspaper. Brazileans must have taken lay-by to a fine art. Can you imagine buying a packet of paramacetamol in 10 installments of 25 cents ?
We thought we should buy bus tickets for Lencois for tomorrow in case the bus was full, and as a travel agent bumped up the price by 35%, a local bus took us to the bus station, we got the tickets and got a bus back. 2 hours down the drain! Next over to the island of Itaparica, to Mar Grande, on a 40 minute ferry. After lunch we ambled along the beach until the tide stopped us going further. We thought we had escaped the sellers who come and tie a ribbon round your wrist (supposedly for good luck, but actually to boost their beer money), but as we sat on the beach along comes this fellow with an amazing braided haircut sticking up 2 inches. Before we knew it we had ribbons round our wrists, despite our protests. It did him no good, we gave him nothing.
Back on the mainland we found the funicular railway up the cliff. A ride costs 5 cents, same as the less-exciting lift. In the main plaza things were hotting up, with a capoeira martial arts group, ladies in traditional costumes selling local food, and hair braiders. We made the mistake of trying to take a sneaky photo of the capoeira group. We were spotted and a fellow comes up and demands 10R ($7) for one photo. He got pretty nasty when we refused. Dinner was shaslicks with salad, then we took off round the streets looking for action. Another drum band, this time with 3 small girls and some equally small boys, played with great enthusiasm if not quite so much skill. At the bottom of the hill we found a sleazy pub for a beer. It was full of locals out for a good time, the girls with vanishing tops revealing almost all, the guys with braids that must have taken hours to sculpt. (We would love to have our hair braided to shock our families, but ours is fine and silky and it would take many cans of glue to keep it in place for half an hour.) The pub sure was in a sleazy place. Outside there was an army of cops, one with a machine gun. Our policy is to take nothing out at night except a few small notes.
Back in the main square again a band was playing in a samba competition run every Friday. This lot won't win. Lots of noise but uninspiring. Pete still hasn't managed to do a Brazilean night club. As usual Barb flaked by 10pm.
 
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