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... there and asked if they have an airport shuttle. They didn’t have one that left every hour or anything, but they could arrange one for me, so that’s what I did.
I had to text Janine and ask what I should do with the keys and then I took off at 1pm. I went to the hotel, they had my transfer waiting there for me, and it was a very friendly guy who actually spoke English. The airport transfer normally ...
... Mercado do Peixe is a real Salvador institution. It starts to get busy after 3AM when everywhere else is closing. With simple accommodations and plastic tables, various stands stay open offering moquecas and regional appetizers, in addition to drinks. During the day it is, as its name suggests, a traditional seafood market.
... the cheapest place you can go and they've got waves for Vini and he just needs his camera. I love this family. Even though I was so tired, I didn't end up getting into bed until around 11:30 because of all the excitement, and everyone was still doing things, so I couldn't go to sleep just yet. Vini got home around 11 and Diogo was playing guitar. I know this was extremely long, but I don't want to forget a thing, and these blog entries are kind of for myself for that purpose ...
... and our own interactions with him that night left us unsure where he was from or what to make of him. Eventually as the restaurant cleared out and the New Zealanders and ourselves were the only remaining customers, he sat down with a burger at the next table and got chatting to us. He turned out to be really friendly and reminded me of the old man in Home Alone who initially seems a bit scary but in the end turns out ok.
We stumbled back to the hostel ...
... of what was going on in the main arena, an Afro-Brazilian woman dances her way to the entrance of the building with her eyes closes, her eyebrows bobbing up down as if her eyeballs are rolling around in her head as she lets out a yell coming from somewhere deep inside. The image I saw next will remained burnt into my memory as long as I shall live. She bent over at a 90 degree angle and her shoulders started to involuntarily convulse. It is not something I ...