Campeche Island and Samba-rock
Trip Start Dec 29, 2008
77Trip End Mar 22, 2009
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An hour and a half later we arrived at the island. A small inflatable boat ferried passengers onto the beach. It was actually quite scary because the waves on the beach were quite big and and boat was quite small. Once on the beach the optional activities were explained to us - snorkelling (R15) or day walks (R5).
I was feeling quite lazy so I decided to just relax on the beach with a book for a while. A couple of hours later I was thinking about going for a walk, but thought I'd check out the two cafes first. I ran into one of the Argentinians I'd met on the boat and he invited me to sit down for a chat. Shortly after I'd sat down it started raining.
The rain was only getting harder so when his friends arrived we moved into the restaurant. There was a small room off to the side which had a pool table, and somehow we got it. For the next couple of hours we played pool, while the boys bought me beers and food because 'in Coriente girls don't pay for anything'.
It was still pouring with rain when we had to get back on the boat. The boat's 'roof' was canvas, so the water was dripping through. The swell was pretty huge and atleast one person was seasick before we arrived back at the wharf. I was glad to get off the boat and onto Ali's boat to head down the river to the holiday house.
After a hot shower and some delicious salmon I was feeling better but pretty tired, so had a nap in the hammock before Marina and Diego arrived for dinner.
After dinner Marina, Diego and I left to go back to the main house. As we left I slipped down the stairs, all the way to the bottom. Luckily there were hand rails so I managed to stay upright, but my hands were aching from gripping the rails. The reason I slipped was that my jandals had absolutely no grip left, so I decided it was time to replace them.
We got into Lagoa before 11pm so we didn't have to pay the cover charge for the band we were going to see. The band started around midnight. It was a Samba rock band and I realised I'd met a couple of the guys in the band on Saturday night. The music was fantastic and the crowd wasa really pumping. Marina had work the next day, so was intending to leave by 2am, but she really didn't want to leave. We eventually got to the hotdog stand at 3.30am, for another delicious Brazilian hotdog.