Praia Mar Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
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Travel Blogs from Sao Luiz de Maranhao
At last a good deep sleep and awoke this morning with my legs no longer resembling tubes of water filled sausages,courtesy of too much flight time! A good hearty breakfast washed down with some cashew juice...which was odd in that it had a slimey texture with a fruity nutty taste but none the less,rather refreshing.
I met my guide today,Pedro.Pedro was born and raised in Sao Luis and at the age of 50 he had been guiding tourists for over 20 years ...
... should be fun! Exciting things are soon approaching so stay tuned! Oh, and it has officially happened; I have forgotten how to speak Spanish. Portuguese has taken over!
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... Costa Filho, where we could see a photography show. We walked a lot more, looking around, snaping pictures until we reached the Rua do Giz, a long French street. We walked it down and reached an old and haunted puppets theatre (Teatro de Bonecos). Next we walked to the Igreja da Sé (a church), and to the Palais La Ravardière (a palace), and to the harbour, and back to the car. It seems a little, but it was a long walk! ...
Sao Luis has a really pretty but small city centre of colonial architecture that took only a day to look around. Supposedly the reggae capital of Brazil, the streets were disappointingly quiet in the evening, particularly at the bar a ten-year old copy of the Lonely Planet claimed was especially 'happening' on a Tuesday (it being Tuesday) - which now appeared to have something happening on every night ...
... locks, I had been putting off the inevitable and is so doing, boring Lucy with comments and complaints about how much I hated my hair. So I bit the bullet in Rio and went to a salon and with nails bitten to the quick, sat in front of my stylist. “Fala Ingles?” I asked hopefully – no. However with a mixture of hand signals, Spanish and a picture I had found we got underway. Slowly my face started to reappear from underneath my unruly locks and ...