Ilha Grande and the Spirit Guides...
Trip Start Nov 14, 2008
18Trip End Apr 07, 2009
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Ipanema, Rio, was dead to us. The weather had taken a turn so it was time to move on. So we decide to partake on our first bit of travelling outside the comfort zones of Rio.... Ilha Grande, paradise Island, here we come!
SURE we could of naviagated the buses and caught the ferry to Ilhad Grande, BUT we´ve only been travelling for 2 weeks and we`d been waiting for this moment for ages... SO we got a taxi and speed boat! *cough*... it wasnt THAT much more expensive. Really....
Anyway, there is something about travelling on a speed boat to a paradise island - sun beating down on you, best mate in toll, which reminds you how great life can be! Plus i felt like James Bond... and at the end of the day, isnt that what every hot blooded man wants to feel like now and then?
Ilha Grande has no less than 102 beaches, jungle type forest and a small typical sea side type parade of shops. No banks. No cars. No wearing those stupid money belt things because we are out of Rio!
The first couple of days were beautiful so we larked about on some of the many beaches and sea front. Which was amazing! However, sand is annyoing! Pffft... stupid tiny rocks, get out of my camera!
When the weather wasnt so great (i mean, it was still boiling hot but not sunny) so we decided to go on one of the many organised walking trails. Think green trail walk but some sort of tropical forrest.
Dan and I had made a couple of friends in Rio and they come to Ilha Grande with us.
We deicded to all go on a walk thru the jungle type forrest. At first we thought we´d tackle one of the harder roots... luckily we didnt as the jungle gets pretty dark, humid and hot quickly!
After trekking thru the forrest, like men posseed, tired, dehydrated, delierous and dishonrinated, we met ourt spirit guides.....
I always assumed that my spirt guide would be a mystical wiley fox in the sky, who spoke like Johnny Cash, or a magical turtle.... Or was that an epsidoe of the Simpsons? Sometimes I forget. Anyways, our spirt guides took the form of two, mangy, flea bitten, stray dogs! Not quite as romantic, somehow.
These dogs followed us everywhere. The Whole 4 hour jounery, thru the jungle, up the moutains over the streams, there and back to the mainland. Luckily, we have photographic evidence that these did, indeed, exsist and they were not a figment of our imagination. So, we are yet to meet out spirit guides. Yet.....
Yes, indeed, after 2 days sweaty hiking through the forests of Illa Grande we felt something a little more touristy was in order. so we caught a boat to the ¨blue lagoon¨and finally did some snorkling....now me and james didnt really know what snorkling entailed until we got there
maybe we should of checked this stuff out, maybe we should of asked before we got on the boat....whos to say? but once we werte there and the boat owner had chucked some banana into the sea to get the fish going and thrown us some snorkling gear we didnte really have too much of an option. so we jumped in, flapped about a bit, basically worked out how to snorkle. After some rather pathetic attepts at treding water at 20 feet, finally we got chucked some floating divices and we snorkled like bad bo. I like to think if we had gone under someone would have noticed and saved us, however they were some pretty ewxciting fish and that may have sidetracked our trusty guide....
p.s internet is really slow. photos to follow at later date...