Blue Lake Cave
Trip Start Feb 17, 2010
56Trip End Apr 15, 2010
I chose the trip to the Blue Lake Cave because I really couldn't go snorkeling without my contacts since I wouldn't be able to see. I gave my camera to Andrew who is a professional photographer so maybe it was all working out for the best. Here in Bonito there are spring fed rivers with crystal clear water so the snorkeling was a real treat and I have Andrew's photos to prove it.
I think the cave is a sinkhole because it is basically a big pit -- with very vivid blue water at the bottom, but I am confused about what the number 200 actually referred to: the number of steps down into the cave or the number of meters down. Part of the problem was that there was not an English-speaking guide. It is terrible not to speak the local language...in this case, Brazilian Portuguese. One of the other tour members - I was the only Dragoman person on this tour - translated for the 3 English speakers as much as he could
The water was definitely a striking azure blue. somehow coming from the US, i forget about the rest of the world not having our mania for safety. It was quite challenging for me since there were no guardrails.and there was a rather precipitous drop. The steps, or rather path, down the stones was slippery and dark. All my many disabilities were featured during this walk: inability to understand Portuguese, negotiate uneven steps, see in dim lighting -- in addition to my not seeing well in the dark, my flashlight was very weak. My hiking shoes seemed to have no traction and be very slippery themselves. I was embarrassed by my old-lady-like descent with 3-póint contact method of dealing with the steps, but I figured that was probably better on the group than seeing me trip and fall over the edge into the bright blue water and make it livid red. Anyway, we couldn't go all the way to the bottom but it was pretty amazing to see the brightness of the water. I was quite happy to have survived and did enjoy the experience.
After my adventure, I had a pretty laid back afternoon at the hostel: reading, sending out a few postcards and waiting for my laundry to dry or for it to rain.
Most of us walked to Bonito for dinner in a restaurant called Taboa. Since the weather was quite warm, we ate outdoors. I tried a fish dinner and got some odd chop-shaped pieces of fish - they tasted good but had bones in different sections of the pieces so i ended up giving up on them. It seemed as if they just cut up the fish crosswise and breaded and fried the pieces.