Bahiamar Hotel Salvador

... area is being renovated or maintained, although the paint-work still suffers from the humidity and is often very mouldy.We went in to visit the Afro Brasil museum, house in a1900's medical building. This building was being renovated and so half the museum was not open but it was fairy interesting and they gave us a typewritten booklet describing all about the museum and its contents. The town itself was originally the first capitol of Brazil and so lots ...

... naar carnevalet er i gang, saa det er like saa greit aa vaere ute! Faar ta en Skol, som er den brazilianske ollen :) Skaal! 27.02. Fredag Da var Carnevalet over og den konstante stoyen av carnevalsbussene har stilnet! Det har vaert en opplevelse vi aldri ville vaert foruten, men naa er vi glade til :) Det har vaert en vill uke, og vi er slitne som esler hele gjengen! Paa tisdag var siste dagen av Carnevalet, og alle ...

... new hearing aids, but he hadn´t quite adjusted his own speaking volume - LIKE NOT QUITE!!!! Man it was hillarious! After that we were in, the ice was broken, they adjusted their chairs to let us see the Ivete Sangalo show on the TV and smiled at us. The hostess invited us to return and gave us a massive smile. I like that much better than Pelhorinho. Pelo is cool but it´s the Disney land of Brazil. It´s not real, Brazil is dirty, ugly and foul smelling, with moments ...

... halfway between these two feelings but probably closer to the second. Lively is a word that gets short to describe this place, music coming from every corner in the city, drums keep sounding all the time and beaches are full ...

... other day, my neighbors came up to me and were all really curious as to what exactly I was doing. I was even invited into someone's house and fed a typical Bahian dish called figado (cow liver). It was probably one of the worst things I have ever tasted, but because it's not proper to refuse food, especially from a stranger, I had to eat about half of it!! After I drew my map, I interviewed my sisters, Victoria and Marta, on their ...

... I would hopefully be able to find a bed - not having booked anything in advance! But all´s well that ends well; the taxi drivers knew his stuff and I was dropped directly outside the hostel who did indeed have a bed for a weary traveller. And after the rigours of my journey my first wish was to relax on the beach after a good nights sleep!

... guys, who were squeezed into ridiculously small swimming trunks that even made ME blush. It was like they were walking with conga eels in their speedos! Jesus. <br><br>For the first time in ages there wasn't a cloud in the sky when the sun went down, so we had some ...

... and then eventually his Irish father. Very interesting family situation that we still have not figured out, but we sat in the streets at a plastic table for hours drinking non stop skul before we walked up the square to a ´house´party. We walked into this dark hallway and at the end we came out to a huge open square area between 4 buildings. This we later found out was a Capoeira ´house´ where the local artist lived together and put on ...

... like a super model the way the were all reacting! Maybe this country isn´t so bad after all! I lie cause on the way home a kid ran up behind another kid with a metal bar and whacked him over the head and a massive fight broke out and unfortunately the girl who was with me when I got mugged was mugged herself with two other girls by two children with broken glass bottles whilst walking on the beach! It is not the safest of ...

... too our long drop *nd s*w dust versions *t home p*rties. You could rent cute, red dune buggies to pl*y with up *nd down the co*stline *nd visit other be*ches in them. There w*s *lso * guy giving rides in * glider pl*ne th*t kind* looked like you were h*ng gliding over the p*rty site, * birds eye view th*t would h*ve been gr*nd to see. The d*nce floors were well sp*ced out. We were closest to the Go* D*ncefloor of which the ide* w*s to reproduce in *n ...