Trip Start Aug 19, 2010
92Trip End Aug 31, 2011
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The Historic Centre
Paraty is a preserved Portuguese colonial (1500-1822) and Brazilian Imperial (1822-1889) town. It is located on the Costa Verde (Green Coast), a lush, green corridor that runs along the coastline of the state of Rio de Janeiro, in Brazil. – from wiki.
We got to Paraty and felt immediately removed from island life, it is a bustling little touristy (in a non pejorative sense) town, it was like traveling back in time.
The streets are dust filled, large cobble stones (which became increasingly difficult to walk on, dog poo dodging made it even more so-NB Ellie and Steves (aka Wayne's) blog on an incident with Ellie’s toe)
Our hostel was beautiful, family run located in the centre of the historic town, namely it was called 'The Historic Centre.’ Our room had a granite bathroom and comfy as hell bed, it had a little piazza right outside our door where most nights Ross and his team (and his dad) put on an all you can eat barbeque and caiprinha’s for £8 bob, an absolute bargain. Now we all know these drinks are lethal- but it did not stop us.
We spent the next day, slowly, discovering the town, they have lovely little boutiquey shops and popular selling items include hanging hot air balloons of all shapes and sizes, it looks like a dream! They also sold lots of hammocks and hanging chairs- which I desperately wanted to buy but obviously resisted.
FOOD- we had to annihilate 4 ‘grande’ pronounced ‘gran-jey’ or ‘large’ pizzas which were amazing- thin crust and doughy- (like in ‘Eat Pray Love’ description- reading it now and might do a book blog added to this blog- thoughts?) the waiter looked as us like we were fat gits when we bumbled through the ordering
We haggled (as best we could- we remarked that Lena would have been proud-but got us a better deal if she was there) on renting kayaks for the next day. We paddled out into the ocean which was shallow for about 40 metres, then we were like athletes. We went for miles, island hopping, one looked just like Tracey Island! We were told we would find cafes and restaurant but I think we went the wrong way and ended up arms aching, shoulders sore and burnt and starving! It became a survival feat- we had to get to next island to find food!
It was a fabulous day, one of my highlights was seeing the next island in the distance and knowing we would get there- it was a matter of sheer strength and stamina- the animal noises we made out in the middle of the ocean and singing at the top of our voices kept us going! We are all still in pain 3 days later and finding it hard to function!
As beautiful as the village was it was time for us to get on with the business of traveling, we said goodbye to our hostel and are spending 2 days in Sao Paolo.
Watch out for our next installment!