As far North as we could go
Trip Start Jul 13, 2010
62Trip End Apr 08, 2011
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Maragogi is a small fishing town, with a long sweeping beach with a row of shops and restaurants backing the sand. It's normally popular with Brazilians but as we had noticed with most places post carnival, it was very quiet.
We found a really cheap (cheap for Brazil anyway) pousada to stay in, one with our own mini fridge stocked with snacks, bonus
One of the reasons we chose Maragogi was the snorkelling on offer. The off shore reef was supposedly one of the best and for a small fortune a boat would take you out for a couple of hours, where you could pay another small fortune for mask and snorkel and some more life savings for some wacky photos of you and the fish. We both really wanted to snorkel again and decided that 'sod it we are on holiday', luckily our friendly landlord was offering slightly budget trips instead with kids mask included so we decided to get involved the next day. Unfortunately Phil’s health took a turn for the worse and for the next three days he was practically bed ridden with a horrible fever and bug.
We extended our stay in Maragogi to make sure Phil felt completely well again, Sarah spending most of it sunbathing or swimming in the hot sea. We decided that it was pointless to spend all that cash on the snorkelling when Phil wasn’t feeling great so we came up with a plan to do it in Maceio when we returned the next day.
Phil was feeling much better so we returned to Maceio on the same bus we came in on. We had heard alot of mixed reviews about Maceio, some saying it was the new beach destination of choice in Brazil, others saying it was now horrible for that very reason. But we thought we may as well check it out and give it 24 hours. It seemed a nicer thought than getting a night bus that night back to Salvador.
24 hours later...Maceio done. It was nice enough, but very built up and touristy. We didn’t really do much other than walk and swim. We did plan to go snorkelling off the reef for a much more reasonable price but the guy wanted us up and ready to go by seven, which was never going to happen plus we both had a familiar feeling of ‘too good to be true, prepared to be ripped off' so we gave it a miss. Definitely snorkelling in the next destination though!! So back in the bus station we prepared ourselves for our last night bus (ahhh) and the sad thought that we had gone as far north as we could in our time. With only a week to go before we were to fly home we had made an executive decision that the last week would be spent on a tropical island to, a; top up our tans and b; make it harder to want to leave and c; go snorkelling!