Patamares Hotel Salvador
Jose Augusto de Freitas Salvador, State of Bahia, 41741-030, Brazil
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A dark angel perhaps?
... and had loads of lovely water, and food, and swims in rockpools and cuddles and laughs and the night before was forgotten, all but a funny story... but I suggest that 24 hour period of limited water, unsanitary conditions and caffine, broke me.
When we got home I roasted a chicken, feeling that I needed flesh to bring some strength back into my body. Being tired I mixed up the roasting times, and also turned the oven off at one point, thinking it was only for a bit, it was for ...
From Jericoacoara to Carnaval in Salvador
... simply had to get out with all our packs and cross the plaza and go right down a street and half way down it would be there.
With all of our stuff on us we were absolutely at our most vulnerable and this was NOT ideal as we had heard horror stories of travellers being mobbed in Salvador as soon as they exited a cab only days previously and literally got so freaked out that they fought off all attackers and caught the cab straight back to the airport and left the ...
Monday, Monday
... go to the Mercado Modelo where lots of bargaining took place and souvenirs are now packed in our bags. Since today was a “field trip”, Michael’s work was to blog, read and log, and be aware of artifacts or customs of this culture. He heads for Club Hal after dinner and “ hangs” with the Aussie kids. What fun ! Pix take so long to load, we'll add when we find a close internet cafe.
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Sofia AND Marcos go to school
... that I could just speak Spanish and get by. Well. The first thing we did was buy a coconut and I didn't even know how to say thank you. (Spanish = Gracias, Portuguese = Obrigado/a)
Actually, it turned out I didn't even know how to say coconut. Coco. Cocô. Same **** right? No. (Naooo.) Cocô means poo. Coco means coconut. I pretty quickly developed a saying-coco-outloud phobia, to avoid being like the ...
The last week is here!!
... have had the dolls...there were enough of them that floated by our boat, I just didn't see anyone throwing them in to the sea. But I was neary choked by perfume being sprayed (!) in to the sea by an older lady who was on our boat...everyone else was chugging beer and dancing away to the Samba band...she was killing us with her perfume offering to Iemanja!
It was all quite lovely really (but I could have done without the white speedos) but as we were on ...



