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sunny 28 °C

Leaving with Wim and Martin, we caught Rei Thomas (schooner) from Ilha Grande to Angra dos Reis, then a connecting local bus to Paraty. We called our hostel (Misti Chill) who could arrange free pick up from the bus station – in theory. We waited where directed to for around 20mins, called them again (double checking for fear of being caught in the Brazilian time warp) and then 10mins later a random South African girl bales up to me on a bike calling my name. We evidently had waited in the wrong spot. Turns out the hostel was worth the wait though as Wim, Martin & us were given a very warm reception by around 5 eager staff, treated to free ham & cheese toasties, coke & recommendations on what to see in Paraty. We strolled through the old colonial town centre at sunset and were impressed with the exceptionally preserved old town with it’s simple, colourful architecture.
We have witnessed some beautiful skies in Brazil, and tonight was no exception. The cloud formations are amazing, contributed to by the combination of high rainfall and high temperatures I think .The golden yellow sunlight was coming in low and illuminating wisps of low cloud, underneath a background of dark grey rain-clouds over. Maybe it’s just being on holidays and having the time to appreciate these things, but it seems as if Brazil has had an in-ordinate number of beautiful sunsets.
We had a crappy (but cheap) meal before returning to the hostel to see everyone has a much better one for the same price, with 3 caipairinhas for R$10 (A$6.50) thrown in to boot. We jealously watched everyone else eat whilst catching up on some emails. I’d just read emails from Mum and David and seen some photos of Dad’s funeral, so I went for a wander along the beach after dark and into town. Kate completed some internet tasks at the hostel. I found a nice little bar which seemed to specialize in cacaca (the cane-sugar based spirit which, due to the large number of brands originating from around Paraty, used to actually be called Paraty), though I didn’t try any there. I took some time there to write some thoughts down about Dad – It’s been hard to have missed the funeral.
I returned to the hostel and dragged Kate out to see the town at night. We paid a useless cover charge for 20mins of average live music, then left as the bar shut, pissed off they didn’t tell us they were closing soon. We bumped into a crowd from the hostel, out at a bar in the town and joined them for a few before respectfully declining the invitation to the town’s only nightclub.

Posted by cromie79 22:22 Archived in Brazil

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