carnival first, then road trip ... Now it is also slowly time for a new journal. There is much to tell. Two busy weeks lie behind me. Full of music. Full of surprises. Carnival in Salvador halt. Even after the fun in the metropolis I can do on the 1900 km long road trip back to Rio de Janeiro lot. And we also have our money back from get hotel manager . I apologize in advance for the many pictures and the blog is not typical for long text. I vow to improve. Rita and I are so on the way from our first stop in Salvador to the island of Morro de Sao Paolo
. A few days later it comes back to us in the big city to the main agent of the carnival - to celebrate - Monday and Tuesday. The ferry goes first to
Itaparica, from there a bus to
Valenca . There we actually want to take a small boat to Morro, but unfortunately we are too late and we take short hand for a room in a hostel for 40 real (about 15 €).
The next morning we finally sit on the barge, the rüberschifft us to the island. A magnificent drive, surrounded by huge mangrove forests. On the island we are initially confronted with a small challenge: find an accommodation during the Carnival season. The first we descending to your left. For a small room, the bed with dirty sheets, no air conditioning and fan wants the owner of 1000 reals (about 400 €) for the three nights, the Morro do we spend on having. For this we are not to have usury.
So we hit on the search. The sun beats down and our luggage will be slow to load. Therefore, Rita makes alone on the road while I wait in the shadows and take care of our luggage. Since I am now, hope they find a cheaper place to live and I see three young tourists strolling on me. Somehow, see the European off, I imagine. I ask in English: Do you know any cheap accommodation? And where you come from? "From Germany," said Manuel, who with his friend Henry and his sister Ulli spends a few days on Morro. The three have at the heart of the island found a room for the they pay per night per person 25 Real (10 €). And as far as they know, even a room was free. We wait together for the return of Rita, who has found a home in the meantime, where we can stay for 80 real (30 €) per night. But since we have a tight budget, let us first look at the room at the "Dani's House". Although it has no air conditioning, but a fan. And the bathrooms are a community facility for all three rooms to rent in the small Poussada. This makes us not mind. And so is the chance encounter with Henry, Manuel and Ulli a real windfall for us.
the afternoon, making Rita and I are on a fact finding tour, which ends at the beach with a long bath in the warm Atlantic. In the evening we found a cheap restaurant, where we get fresh fish served. "Typical Brazilian food," as Rita assured me.
The next day we arrange to meet with our new German friends for a trip to the other end of the island. On "3 beach" we see at first hand how friendly can be the exotic fish. With a few bread crumbs, pressing us a Brazilian site in hand, we attract hundreds of marine animals. They eat this one literally out of hand. Manuel will be tweaked once even angry. Well, even fish sometimes have "teeth".
A few yards further on we pass some horses. In the morning Rita enthusiastic about exploring the island on horseback to do. Ulli and Manuel take the course on foot before, Henrik has unfortunately caught tonsillitis. He ended the trip early to recover in the room. Rita and I agree with Ulli so (at this point a big thank you for fire and wound healing ointment that she left me for my sunburn on the left foot) and Manuel a meeting point. Sorry, but nothing is out of the meeting, because we ride to Gamboa and as agreed at the end of the 3rd Beach. A misunderstanding between us and the horse leader. The Ride itself gave me not much joy. The sweat made my sun cream in the eye - a painful affair. In addition, I had coated with the ... to fight saddle that was not suitable for my size and scrubbed like crazy on the inside of my calves. Well, Rita wanted to stop riding. What one (s) are not all for the love is ...
evening we are looking at a second beach, enjoy with Manuel and Ulli some fresh cocktails, prepared fresh to many, brightly decorated, small stands. There We also get to know Carlos and the Portuguese-born Belgian Lilly. You have ten months ago a restaurant, "Lagardère" on the island opens up and invite us for the next evening on a caipirinha.
the third day on the island to spend the day Rita and I'm not together. She accompanies Ulli, Manuel and a local Brazilians on a trip, while I look after my e-mails and other important things. Henrik is still a little battered and remains in the village. After I had done the most important (read blog comments and comment * lol *), Henrik and decide I know that we are on our way to
"Toca . The "Toca" is an Open Air Chill Out Bar, located near the harbor on a hill. From there, you have a magnificent view of the sea and can watch in the evenings in addition to live music in a beautiful sunset. So if you should ever travel to the island, which I highly recommend a visit to "Toca". Rita comes at the right moment to add round. Henrik sending you must pay tribute to his health and early return to your room. Too bad, the sunset is phenomenal ...
Finally it was time to say goodbye to us Morro de Sao Paolo. On the ferry to get to Avi Salvador we know Netta and her two year old son Yuval in Tel Aviv. The three are traveled by car from Rio and do not have to stay for the carnival town. Good advice is expensive to get to carnival time in a room is about as difficult as for fools time in Dusseldorf to order a Kölsch. Ado Rita picks up the phone and asks in our motel (which is used outside of the carnival as an hourly hotel), if one room is free. It is free, but children are not allowed. We try it on the spot anyway and are lucky. The three Israelis come in there. When checking in his son Avi has simply not mentioned, and afterwards did the Manager to send away any more. Later it turns out also that the young family no longer wants the car back to Rio, but instead prefer to take the plane. The return of the car it would cost $ 650 extra. Rita and I had already planned to travel by car along the coast. Since meets quite well that we just take over her vehicle. We pay less in rent and Avi and Netta need not pay the return costs.
But first carnival was announced. Together with the Israelis, we enjoy the spectacle of the afternoon in the city center. Then in the evening at the official celebration mile, where millions of people indulge in front of and on the so called Camarote (specially erected stands for the carnival) to the music of the huge bandwagon that drag along the Camarote. The atmosphere can be described only with difficulty. It is unbelievable what mood prevails there. Everywhere you look, couples dancing, smiling faces and lots of street vendors, to delicious of heated cheese sticks, sweets and tobacco products to offer cocktails really all that your heart desires.
Two nights we do after we day in the district of Pelourinho
stroll around. By the way, the district in which Rita and I would even at our first stop in Salvador. At night walk, we hear there reggae sounds from the third floor of a residential house. We venture up the steps and run into a band rehearsing in an empty living room for her appearance at the carnival. Only later did we find out that it this is
Gil Felix , a very famous singer and his troupe. Rita and I will therefore benefit from a little private performance. All in one a completely successful Karnevalsreise.Vor all, we have very great pleasure to Avi, Netta, and their adorable Son Yuval.
Then it means: ROAD TRIP! 1900 km along the coast ahead of us. Rita and I dive in the reefs Taipus de Fora, a soup dish large tarantula see on the roadside, little monkeys wake us for breakfast in Itacare, a sloth, clinging to a little boy and let the parrot "Lore" evil in the fingers zwicken.Ganz beautiful animal ...
Unfortunately we have seen on our road trip and serious accidents. One evening falls asleep in front of us, a truck driver, so that, with a following Truck collides off the track and skidding to finally block lying on the side of the road. Its cargo, tons of papayas is spread over the asphalt. Fortunately, no one comes to harm in the accident. We stuck but firmly for a long time and see how other drivers with their trunk full charge papayas. "This is Brazil," says Rita. "So runs here. What is not chained, is taken." We have to laugh when we watch the hustle and bustle of the thieving magpies. A second accident has obviously worse consequences. Two cars meet head-on on the BR one hundred and first Injured are cared for by first responders on the street. The road is like a Battlefield. Our mood is gloomy. Perhaps this dangerous passage has again called for a fatality. As so often.
Rita and I are happily without prejudice in Rio. And so I sit here now. On the balcony overlooking the sea. Add to my blog for my book and my newly formed company. There are a few exciting days ahead. As always, I think you posted.
Kind regards, Daniel
