Convento Do Carmo Hotel Salvador

... style house. It is beautiful but faces onto a favela and is mingled with the poorer areas and apartments of the less upper-class. At night you hear loud music from local&#8217;s cars and announcements for something. The locals are very noisy like in Zimbabwe. The climate here reminds me of Cartagena and Honduras.<br><br>Since my 3 day stay in Salvador I have heard 3 gunshots. The first one was on the first evening and since then I&#8217;ve been sleeping with my ...

... walked through a market, ate at a por kilo restaurant, and then took the elevator back up. Both the elevator and the funicular cost about 2 cents each. A por kilo restaurant is one where you pay based on the weight of the food you put on your plate in a cafeteria line. It might remind you of bad meals in junior high at first, but it's really quite good, healthy, and cheap. And the bonus is that you don't have to fumble with a menu and a bad ...

... which is just like a spot in the parade behind a big truck with a band on it. It was absolutely wonderful. we got there after running around a little and drinking 60 cent beer. Our bloco was called Afro pop, and immediately everyone started dancing these seemingly choreographed Afrobraz. dances while we euphorically tried to keep up, charlotte blending in like a pro with her moves from her dance class! Then followed 6 hours and 6 kilometers ...

... very much. Today I fulfilled my other dream of doing a class with Mestre King. Dorina was a bit upset that he let me in, but yet didn´t seem overly pleased or displeased that I was joining in. I was fine, he let me in! I said to her its the way of things and that I had to prove myself. I´d introduced myself as a teacher from Australia and that my teachers, particularly Ana Soares had studied with him. He thought about it a bit and let me train with the ...

... Well, that doesn`t help to practice my portugese, but as I am travelling on to Chile anyway it might be better to stick to german, english and spanisch. It`s so easy to get confused in this babylonian mixture of languages. I seem to have forgotten my french totally...<br><br>Actually I thought the spanish language should be so similar to the brazilian portuguese that I should get along with my basic spanish. Well, it is more a matter ...

... in perspective. I can't remember how large the dam was but this one damn completely powers the country of Paraguay and powers 75% or Brazil. I think we could learn a thing or two from the Brazilians.             After getting back to the ship last night the Igacu crew met up with all our other friends and headed out for our last night in Brazil. There had actually been quite a bit of security problems since we reached Salvador so most everyone was glad to be going ...

... Salvador comes to life at night. The atmosphere is great. Live music everywhere, people dancing...people tring to sell you stuff constantly is not so much fun but they´re not persistant. The centre of the city is really beautiful and has been restored well...but the rest is very strange. It looks like a fiilm set of an abandoned city left ...

... 3 hours, and was better than the first one, even though it started raining when we got close to Salvador. When we got to Salvador we took the Lacerda elevator near the pier up to the historical center, where we searched for the Tourist Information. We reserved a pousada in Stella Marris (a neighbourhood somewhere in Salvador, which is "near" the airport) and needed to know how to get ...

... the best one, with more space and closest to home), Campo Grande (big risk of getting squashed) and Pelourinho (the smallest, and no hope of managing to travel that far across the city anyway). Along these routes pass huge trucks called trios electricos on top of which are the singer and their band and dancers, and the VIP guests. These are followed by their ´bloco´: the people who have paid to follow that band along the whole route. The bloco is ...

... when we could get the Israelis out of the kitchen. Christmas day was spent on Barra Beach where there was fantastic people watching opportunity. The people here are of an African past and very dark skinned. Every inch of sand was filled with coloured umbrellas, makeshift bars, deck chairs, inflatable animals and couches and children. To think we only take a towel to the beach in Australia. There was funky music pulsating ands people dancing and diving from a rock wall ...