Womblepeter's travel blogs:
|
|
  | |  |
Paranagua is a-- Shoreham by sea.
Entry 19 of 54 | show all | print this entry |
At first sight this little port appears to be well past it`s sell by date but if you look beyond the Shoreham on a bad day aspect it shows itself to have an interesting history, some 7000 years of it.
The waterfront is akin to any highway with its many craft sailing, rowing, motoring and even paddling their canoes. Right there alongside the front is the HI Continente hotel where I booked a dorm bed. When I went to register the owner found me a double room with en suite for 30rs, I still don`t know if it was that I don`t look a dorm type being so old or if he thought me too gentlemanly, (perhaps it was that he gets an extra 13rs. out of me}. Either way I was a willing victim. Now I`ll have to cut down on the drinking or the blogging to pay for such luxury.
Today I visited IILO DOP MEL, a tiny island that has been declared a special eco sight. Backpackers, tourists, townies from Rio and many others pour onto it by boat every day (at 25rs. return from Paranagua) , that must be what makes the town so busy! The trip is 90 minutes long and you pass miles of mangrove swamps before landing on the silver sanded island. Like everywhere in Brazil the island is a place of contrast. I will blog about the trip later, it is worth a separate mailing and I prefer to mull the day over rather than do it an injustice with a quick first impression.
Paranagua dies at six o`clock, everything appears to shut, but by eight the waterside comes to life, by that I mean that both places offering drink and some limited food are open. This is supposed to be the high season! Last night they stayed open `till nearly eleven o`clock. Still it gave me the chance to catch up on some sleep. Since leaving Rio, Vera and Lisa I have not really had much sleep and it is not the good-time late nights that keep me awake, I miss them and their constant chatter that no mere male could keep up with.
Tomorrow will be the train ride from Morretes, (if I can find it), along one of the most beautiful climbing rail tracks, to Curitiba, then the night coach to Foz so that I can cross the border into the cheaper Argentine. I am determined to stick to the tight budget so that I can tell Vera that we can afford to travel again next winter. She is bound to read this and know exactly how my devious mind works. I LOVE YOU BABE!
TAKE GOOD CARE ALL YOU FRIENDS, TRAVELERS AND ANY ONE WHO READS MY RAMBLINGS.
Peter T.
Latest Comments (1)
|
missing womblepeter (reply)
Jan 25, 2007 14:07 EST by womblekisses
We miss you too but you sound as though you are enjoying your wombling? We are using up all our talking now so you can do some when you join us in Foz in April. I will email.
hugs, abracos, and much more.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
V
|
 Post a new comment |
|
If you like this entry, search for other entries by womblepeter, from Brazil or try a new search. |
| |
Back to Entry - Back to Home
|
5 votes 
