Morro de Sao Paulo

Trip Start Aug 16, 2006
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Trip End Aug 15, 2007


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Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Morro de São Paulo, 30 Aug - 5 Sep

From the marina in Salvador we jumped on board a catamaran to this idyllic island, two hours south. You arrive at the port and walk down through the village high street, a simple sandy path where you are passed by the local transport, wheel barrows; there are no cars on the island. There are a few tractors and trailers though, makes for quite a cool school bus. After a short walk round a few bays we got to our pousada, right on the beach front.
The days have been spent playing fresco ball (bat and ball on the beach, but they take it pretty seriously over here), volleyball, football, and swimming in the sea. Played a Europe versus Brazil beach footy game, and lost to no surprise, although had some definite goals disallowed by the Brazilians who enjoy making up rules as they go along. Anyway, we losers had to cough up for beers after.
Spent one day walking inland to a small waterfall and then onto the mud beach where you lather yourself in mud which seemingly does a world of goodness for your skin - I sound like a gay, and the photos don't do us any favours.
Took the plunge one day and went scuba diving. Breathing under water has to be the most unnatural thing you can ever do, but I managed to get used to it. The visibility under water was really poor so we only saw a few fish and a bit of coral. I knew I'd spent long enough under water when I paddled to the top and unleashed my breakfast - don't know what to blame it on, the swell of the water in the currents or too many caipirinhas the night before, hmm. I'll give scuba diving another go sometime, hopefully when I get to the Great Barrier Reef in Oz.
On one of our last days on the island we planned to spend a good few hours walking along one of the deserted beaches. But Si had other ideas and guided us up a pathway to three horses, or maybe ponies, they were pretty small. Never done horse back riding before, and with no help from the Brazilian boy sorting us out I was praying my travel insurance covered me - I'd quite happily be the next Superman but I certainly didn't want to become the next Christopher Reeve. Anyway, off we trotted and things were going well, Brazilian boy ran along behind us. Then all of a sudden I hear a massive whip on my horses ass and it starts bolting, yee haa. Quite enjoyed it, but Ben had already filled his pants, what a blouse. As our journey continued my horse was flagging, I could feel its legs buckle every now and again. At one point I was going to give the poor bugger a breather and carry him. He lasted the hour though, good work.
The nightlife on the island was pretty special. All the caipirinha sellers position their stands on the beach in front of the restaurants, and it's a case of the best sales pitch out of 25 sellers gets your business. When the night livens up there is a really good atmosphere before most people pile into the one club. Si is sure he has discovered the perfect striking technique required in Brazil - I think you have to be "really aggressive and sleazy" he says, no change from back home then. The last night we spent on the island was really cool. They set up what they call a ´luau´, which is basically a circle of all the caipirinha stands and a live band blasts out Brazilian classics. The disco dazza dancing feet could have won Strictly Come Dancing that night.

Ok, enough chat of Morro. A great island where we could have stayed a lot longer but it was time to move on down the coast.
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