Cobbles, Cocktail and Carnemar
Trip Start Jan 09, 2005
21Trip End ??? ??, 2005
On advice we stayed just outside town in a village called Trinidade for a couple of nights, and by village I mean literally one street consisting of a few hostels, restaurants and shops within walking distance of 3 beautiful beaches. It was actually pretty much how I would imagine itīs island namesake to be; sandy streets and rasta looking hippies.
After that we stayed in Parati itself, sharing a dorm with among other people, another English couple, Raj and Hannah. They are lovely and we spent a few days with them, trying not to trip over in streets with the most ridculously widespaced cobbles ever-not that easy after a few caipirinhas let me tell you. We visited one of the three churches in town, which was built by and for slaves (of the other two one was for freed mulattos and the other for the colonial white elite)
The best day we spent here, by far, was at the Carnemar. We were all a bit hungover after a Kiwi girl at our hostel made a huge bucket of Caipirinha, whichwe polished off in no time at all, and then headed over to this stall in the middle of the market areafor some more fruity concoctions. Therefore getting on a boat the following morning only increased the rockinh motion going on in my head. I did manage to keep my breakfast down somehow though! So anyway, we head off in our little boat with Raj and Hannah and Carlos, this Brazilian dude from our hostel, and some of his mates, to the Carnemar. Basically a carnival at sea; what a great idea! There`s a competition to see who can decorate their boats the best, then everyone sails over to an alloted point off the coast, turns the music up and start dancing. Being on a smaller boat we were able to manoevre in an out of theother boats, stop when we heard a song we liked and and have a bit of a boogie. Brazilians really like to go for it when it comes to partying, not least the guys in our boat who were very entertaining. A very cool day had by all, eventhough the after party was cheese central-disco balls, palm leaves pinned to the walls and samba music punctuated by YMCA...