We wake up with the after effect of our caprina~s, but as Graham opens the shutters of our balconey I can~t help but think this is the best honeymoon I could ever have dreamed of having. We chill out eating breakfast looking out over the harbour only to find out back at the guesthouse that they cancelled out transfer and by the way, the only ferry of today is leaving in an hour.
We found out we can pack everything in 30 min, and after a breath taking hike over the beach we reach our destination just in time. 3 Hours later we arrive in Paraty, an idealic harbour place with small white houses next to the cobblestone roads that are so uneven that its leathal to look anywhere than right in front of you. We stay just down the beach in a nice guesthouse who rents out kayaks andhas the best cheese pancakes ever.
as we paddle around the coast the next day we see these beautiful pink duck like storks( and no its not a flamingo, just weird birds.
there is a jazz festival going on here at the moment so that gives a nice buzz to the place. hopefully we can see a bit more of it today as yesterday we both didnt feel well so stayed in.
sitting behind our cervesja and pino colada ( as i find out tastes amazing) we listen to the jazz thats been played on the big stage in the town centre. paraty is a very nice place with picturesque church overlooking the water and all sorts of very colourful party boats with an extra deck on top covered in cushions so you can relax like a roman and sail along the coast. for us thats a bit tooo much luxury so we will just walk.
the following morning on the bus to Ubatuba I find myself entangled in a very interesting cvonversation. the toothless old man next to me entrusts to me in German that his mother was a german doctor who came to Brazil to work and found a Brazilian husband, who by the look of him cant have been white. what a remarkable story as that must have happened 80 years ago as i try and guess his age from his wise face. he seems to very much like the conversation as do I and his eyes sparkle when i as him how many children and grandchildren he has. it amazing me how mobile most of these elderly are. he tells me he lives in San Paulo which is 4 hours on the bus and as we just spent one and a half hours on one over crowded one where the ARKO (Alle Ramen Kunnen Open - all windows can open) works just fine when the bus is moving but a lot less when its not. Im impressed he stil travels this far.
the people are very helpful here. they go out of their way to point us in the direction of the bus we need. Graham gets big toothless smiles for helping grandpa out of the bus with his bag, and the cute pervian baby is hightly facinated by my bracelet. taking the bus in Brazil, far from comportable but a great way to see the real people from Brazil.
