Before we left, Larry and I both had a chance to meet co-workers from Brazil. They both said we must make the time to visit Morro de Sao Paulo, a small island a 2-hour boat ride south of Salvador. When we got here, everyone said the same thing. So after work yesterday, we boarded a catamaran for the 2 hour trip across the open Atlantic.
There are no roads on the island, only footpaths and beach. The “taxi” that meets you consists of a young man with a wheelbarrow to transport your luggage to your posada for 5R$. Ours was a 25 minute walk with an address of Third Beach. The place looks like something out of the 19th century. We declined a taxi, but Ricardo dogged us the whole way, practicing his English by telling us how far we had to go and how difficult it would be. After about 15 minutes of trudging though the heavy beach sand, Larry gave up and handed over the luggage. Ricardo had won.
We had a fabulous dinner of Argentinian steak and shrimp with Caipirinhas, the Brazilian national drink, on the beach - everything is literally on the beach. Then we fell asleep in our hammock on our balcony overlooking the ocean with a view of the full moon while listening to the Brazilian music below. We missed out on the exciting nightlife that our waiter assured us did not start until much later (it was already 10pm) in the evening.
Now it is time to pack and leave for home in the morning. It has been an amazing trip.
Judy
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