Club Med Itaparica
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... many pastel colors. There are beautiful women in the street in costume called Baianas. Some are fixing traditional dishes some are representatives of little shops along the way and they try to lure you in. We visited many of the little shops which were very interesting. We walked about two hours through this part of the old town. There was music and dancing and food everywhere. It reminded us of New Orleans with its tremendous vitality.
Spent the day prepping for the next leg to Racife including scrubbing Atlantis bottom which has developed some growth in these tropical waters today 27 degrees C but a bit green to encourage swimming. It is supposed to get better as we travel North. We will sail back to Salvadore tomorrow clear out and provision Monday and sail ...
... turned up, looked like a card board creation as well.
We found a lovely street bar to finish off the night, bit odd that all the drinks got made upstairs, and were lowered down to the street in a wicker basket. May was trilled to get a key fob made with her man by a passing street seller. She even tried to get the T-shirt off his back.
The only down side I saw was the poor street kids. The workers in ...
... daily quotas of 400 cigars. These women were beautifully dressed, diligently executing their craft which would be later sold for great profit for the enjoyment of rich Europeans. As in many post-colonial societies, time passes but some things never change. Exploiting his intimate knowledge of the place, out guide secured permission for us to go into a store room behind the office. There, we saw a personal collection of several beautifully frames pictures of ...
... laden with booze, and perhaps other substances, they commenced a noisy rendition of a pagode (local type of pop song) she says ooh, he says ahh, ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh.... I'm sure you know that song.
Bira and I started laughing. Trying to keep quiet. It was like they were in the bed next to us.... singing this lovely song....
Then we got worried when the lyrics changed.
She kept 'singing'...
"Doy, Doy, Doy"... it hurts - more and more incessantly