The little town of Trindade

Trip Start Mar 24, 2010
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Kaissara Hostel

Flag of Brazil  , State of Rio de Janeiro,
Friday, April 16, 2010

Tridade...


Another mental local bus ride through the rainforest, up and down the steep winding roads that are surely one way, but trucks and buses do their best to test out. The little road into Trindade even includes a little river the bus needs to drive through. Rolling into Tridade we realise this really is a tiny place, one main street with a few little local shops and a couple of restuants. Behind one side of the roads shops is the rain forest and on the other is beach sand. From the top of the hill there were a couple of guys out surfing... a good sign. Without any accomodation booked we walked down the street of where the couple of hostels are. After checking the vibe and prices of two, we decided on a place called Kaissara Hostel (Kaissara is the name of the local people of the border between Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro states). We checked in and headed down to the beach. As you walk onto the beach you´re greeted by about 10 bars right on the sand, awesome!

Our first day in Trindade was spent at and around the Natural Pools, a beautiful (and very busy) set of rock pools. They were a bit of a mission to get to, through a paddock, weaving through beach bars, over a beach, across a bit of jungle, over an even bigger beach, rock climbing and a jungle trek...and finally we were there!  Steve went on Bear Grylls mode, bouldering and rock climbing his way around to get the best photos he could, while Jenna just relaxed and sun baked on the super comfortable rocks.....!  That night we enjoyed a hostel cooked BBQ, a few drinks and met some people at the hostel.

The next day we went on a walk with the owner of the hostel and a few of the other crew staying there, into the forest in search of a waterfall nearby. Basically hosed down with hardore mossie repellent we venture along a tight track, scaping past overhanging vines and branches, we tried not to imagine what kind of creatures and insects are probably centremetres from us. We reach the little waterfall and rockpools and all is forgotten as we jump into the freezing, but sooo refreshing freshwater. We swan through mini waterfalls, slid down rocks slides and swm around for a while the waded through the stream all the way until we came out onto a pristine white beach.



After one last trip down the beach this morning, saying goodbye to our friends at the hostel and repacking our lives into our backpacks we were back on the bus to Paraty. As I sit here on the six hour bus ride to Sao Paulo, putting this last paragraph together, ive just returned from my fifth trip to the bus toilet, struggling through my first brutal case of ´travellers diarihhia´, god its good to be travelling... Bring on Floranopilis!!!
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