Paraty – Praias, Cachoeiras, Pessoas

22 Feb – 14 Mar

I arrived in Paraty almost at sundown, after having spent most of the day on the bus (it was about a 5-6 hour journey), chatting with a cute little old lady sitting next to me. I checked myself into a hostel, not having found a CouchSurfing host in Paraty, and promptly made friends with a delightful Australian girl, Tara, there. We decided to go to the beach to see what was going on, and discovered a pretty cool band playing there.

The river on the way to the beach was prettier than the beach. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

The river on the way to the beach was prettier than the beach.
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

We hung out there for a bit, before heading to the historic center where pre-Carnival festivities were in full swing.

Pre-Carnival Party in Paratyyyyy! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Pre-Carnival Party in Paratyyyyy!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

It seemed really fun, but we were both tired and decided to go to bed instead of partying all night. The next day was a gorgeous Sunday, so Tara and I decided to check out this little hippie town called Trindade. It wasn’t as hippie as everyone made it out to be, but it definitely was more laid-back than other places. We first went to the beach (which had absolutely perfect water – just the right temperature and amount of waves),

One of the many beaches at Trindade Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

One of the many beaches at Trindade
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

then to the cachoeira (waterfall which was overcrowded and not very impressive, unless we didn’t get to the right waterfall), then had lunch and finally went to the piscina natural (natural swimming pool which didn’t really have much water, it being low tide and all).

Spot the king of the pool. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Spot the king of the pool.
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Glorious day at the beach couldn’t have been more perfect. Tara left that night, and the next morning, I left the hostel to go to Junior’s house, a CouchSurfer who finally accepted my request. I met his lovely niece, Quezia and her husband, Anderson, and had a delicious lunch prepared by Quezia before Junior and I headed to the toboggan at Penha. (Quezia also christened me Angelina because she couldn’t say my name or my nickname – a shortcoming of most Brazilians, apparently) It was super fun sliding down the rocks and jumping into the pools, despite the incredibly cold water.

Wheeeee natural water slide! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Wheeeee natural water slide!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

We also stopped by the local distillery to try some cachaça, a(n awful) spirit made from sugar cane and fruit liquors. That evening, Junior was taking his friend’s mother to a circus nearby, and invited me along. It was obviously a circus for kids, but hey, why the hell not right?

Circus folk! Dona Raquel, Quezia and Junior Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Circus folk! Dona Raquel, Quezia and Junior
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

It turned out to be quite fun, even though I didn’t quite understand the jokes the clowns were making.

The kid apparently understood more than me. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

The kid apparently understood more than me.
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

The next day was a trip to Praia do Sono, a beach only accessible by boat, or an hour long trek. We obviously trekked,

Before setting off on our trek! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Before setting off on our trek!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

and even saw a snake on the way (first snake sighting!) which delighted me tremendously, but Junior was less pleased.

Just before we saw the snake, Junior was still happily trotting before me. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Just before we saw the snake, Junior was still happily trotting before me.
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Still, it was a nice trek,

Portal to the land of gnomes or faries, I forget which. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Portal to the land of gnomes or faries, I forget which.
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

and a nice beach at the end of it.

Untainted by hoardes of tourists! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Untainted by hoardes of tourists!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

We also went to a little cachoeira/ pool nearby, Poço do Jacare, which was nice and refreshing after the salt of the sea. In the evening, we met Junior’s friend, Daniel and his mum (whom I had met at the circus the previous night) for dinner, before heading to town to check out a performance featuring Funk (pronounced funky) music. It was awful music that lacked any real melody, but it was amusing to watch the girls dancing to it.

Worst thing about Brazil - Funk Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Worst thing about Brazil – Funk
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

I realized that despite having been in Paraty for four days, I had not really seen much of the historic centre, so the next day I headed to town to explore. It’s a very quaint little town, with lots of remnants of a colonial past.

Paraty's famous cobblestone streets that flood regularly when the tide comes in. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Paraty’s famous cobblestone streets that flood regularly when the tide comes in.
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

The main beach in Paraty is also its ugliest. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

The main beach in Paraty is also its ugliest.
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

It was a little bit like taking a step back into the past. That afternoon, I had an adventure of Tarzanic proportions. Junior brought me to this really cool pool, which had ropes from which one could swing and jump into the pool, just like Tarzan! So so so much fun!

Spot Tarzan! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Spot Tarzan!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

I didn’t have much planned for the next day, but Junior had to prepare some stuff for his church retreat over the Carnival weekend, so I helped him out with that in the morning.

Gentlemen at work, escorting Dona Raquel. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Gentlemen at work, escorting Dona Raquel
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

We had lunch at his friend, Alexandra’s home – a really welcoming lady with a delightful family and delicious food. In the afternoon, Junior’s family (his parents, nephew Alexandre and niece Ana Clara) arrived from Rio de Janeiro, as they were also going for the church retreat. Really friendly people, although Junior had to work overtime being a translator – I didn’t speak much Portuguese (understatement of the year) and they didn’t speak English. Ana Clara wanted to go to a cachoeira, so off we went to Pedra Branca! The rocks were really white,

People who name places are creative Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

People who name places are creative
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

and we had a nice afternoon, swimming in the cold waters. Junior was heading to his church in the evening, so I tagged along, partially because I couldn’t really talk to anyone else at home, but it was a pretty chilled out session at the church (Daniel is the pastor and he was really funny, even though half of what he said sailed right over my head). Anyway, these kind folk were going on a boat trip as part of the church retreat the next day, and they invited me along. I was going to leave the next day, but they all seemed so friendly that I decided to stay an extra day. So the next day, it was chaos and madness getting ready and heading out on the boat trip, but it turned out to be a fun day anyway.

The merry bunch about to embark on our boat adventure! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

The merry bunch about to embark on our boat adventure!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

It was a nice mix of kids, teenagers and adults (although I was the only 20-something there), and nobody but Junior and Alexandra’s daughter Raphaela spoke English, but I still had fun, despite my initial apprehension and awkwardness.

Our sturdy sailing vessel Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Our sturdy sailing vessel
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Navigating is tough work and a heavy responsibility Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Navigating is tough work and a heavy responsibility
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

"Trekking" through the jungle to find the other beach (which was closed to visitors anyway) Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

“Trekking” through the jungle to find the other beach (which was closed to visitors anyway)
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

And guess what? Junior, seeing that I had gotten along so well with everyone, especially the teenagers, invited me to spend a couple of days at the church retreat before heading to Rio. Being the pushover that I am (and they were all super nice!), I agreed to stay a couple of extra days. Long story short, I ended up staying in Paraty with Junior, his family and lovely church members for the entire duration of the church retreat, completely missing out on Carnival in Rio like I had originally planned. It just goes to show, doesn’t it? Well, highlights of the retreat were the super amusing games we played everyday,  

Plate of cream right in the face Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Plate of cream right in the face
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

If you like it then you gotta put a ring on it Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

If you like it then you gotta put a ring on it
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

going to the cachoeira every afternoon,

No, this piture is not upside down. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

No, this piture is not upside down.
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Jumpers Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Jumpers
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

going to Bloco do Lama and embracing our tribal side,

Tribespeople. Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014 Photo Credit: Monica

Uga! Uga! Ah! Ah!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014
Photo Credit: Monica

a movie-themed party,

Guess the movie! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Guess the movie!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

and a country-themed party,

Far less inspired, but still amusing nonetheless! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Far less inspired, but still amusing nonetheless!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

amongst other things.

Pool party wooohoooooo! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Pool party wooohoooooo!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Motocycle ride, anyone? Everyone! Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Motocycle ride, anyone? Everyone!
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Needless to say, when the retreat was over and it was time to say goodbye, it was tough. After just a few short days together, these strangers with whom I couldn’t even have a proper conversation, had become my family away from home. ❤

Minha familia de Brasil <3 Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Minha familia de Brasil ❤
Paraty, Brazil, Feb 2014

Well, fun and games all have to end, and once we got back to Junior’s house, it was to work, cleaning and reorganizing the house. The next day was a nice trip to São Gonçalo beach,with Junior’s family that had stayed on. We also went to the cachoeira nearby,

Cachoeira! Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

Cachoeira!
Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

but it suddenly started raining, drenching all of us and making the trip back rather amusing. The post-retreat pizza party in the evening was fantastic though, and it was so nice to see all the familiar faces I had grown accustomed to seeing again.

Pizza party! Not featured - pizza. Paraty, Brazil, March 2014

Pizza party! Not featured – pizza.
Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

Well, having been in Paraty for almost two weeks, I had planned to leave for Rio the next day, but getting drenched in the rain was obviously not good for me, and I caught a dreadful flu bug. That killed any chance of leaving, and I stayed on in Junior’s home, just resting and trying to recover. His family all left that day, and I was sorry to see them go.

Family picture! Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

Family picture!
Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

Obviously, my phone was too, as it committed suicide and stopped working that day 😦 A sad day indeed. Junior’s friend’s family was visiting for the next couple of days, and Junior persuaded me into sticking around till they left. It turned out to be a pretty good thing that I stayed though, what with my flu not getting much better. We all went to São Gonçalo,

This is how you go to the beach, well-prepared! Brazil, Mar 2014

This is how you go to the beach, well-prepared!
Brazil, Mar 2014

Penha, a beach in São Paulo called Fazendo (I think),

Really desolate looking beach in Sao Paulo Sao Paulo, Brazil, Mar 2014

Really desolate looking beach in Sao Paulo
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Mar 2014

and Trindade (which had more water in the piscina natural this time). It was nice revisiting these places, but the highlight was the 12 meter jump into the pool at Penha that I did, which I had been too afraid to do the first time.

12 meter jump Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

12 meter jump
Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

Really awesome stuff, even though I think I landed in the water weirdly and hurt my chest somehow – it hurt for about a month after that.

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And finally, after almost 3 weeks in Paraty, it was time to leave.

Gorgeous view from the Forte Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

Gorgeous view from the Forte
Paraty, Brazil, Mar 2014

Third time lucky, right? So it was off to Rio de Janeiro, with (surprise!) an accomplice – Junior, who decided to visit his family in Rio too. Bought our tickets, and vamos a Rio!

Strangers [Written 14 Mar, opening line courtesy of Junior]

In Paraty, I met a crazy guy who didn’t want to let me go. And why I didn’t rescue myself, I don’t know. Or well, actually I do know. He is a fantastic guy, and I really enjoyed his company. He introduced me to his family and friends, and made me feel like I was home again. And it’s always difficult to leave home, isn’t it? Even if you know that at some point, the time will come for you to leave, it doesn’t make saying goodbye any easier. It’s something I’ve come to realize during this trip. That home is not a place, it’s a feeling. It’s the comfort, the feeling of friendship and family, the love that even complete strangers have for you, despite knowing nothing about you or your background, what kind of person you are or anything of the sort. Why? I don’t know why.

People are strange. Strange and awful. Strange and wonderful. They don’t think anything of destroying the planet for profits, of tossing food in the garbage while millions starve, of killing each other in the name of ideals. But they also don’t think twice about opening their homes and hearts to strangers, of sharing their lives with others, of making a stranger feel like part of their family. And to me, this gives me some sort of…something. Hope? Optimism? Confidence? That not all is lost and that there is hope for the human race yet.

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São Paulo – Kinda like Singapore

17 Feb – 21 Feb

Thanks to the overnight buses which I love (sarcasm is not easily conveyed in writing) taking, I arrived in São Paulo early in the morning and made my way to my CouchSurfing host, Andre’s house. One thing that immediately struck me was how cool São Paulo is – they have vending machines for books! Such a dream

Not just junk food in vending machines! Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Not just junk food in vending machines!
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Andre was out, but his very nice flatmate let me in and gave me some tips about the city before leaving me to my own devices. I decided to take a nap (yes, despite spending the entire bus ride in a state of half-asleep-ness, I was still exhausted, well because bus rides are tiring) and went to the downtown area after my nap. As usual, I headed to the information point to get myself a map, and was lucky enough to be told by the girl at the desk that if I hurried, I could go up to the top of Edificio Italia, one of the tallest buildings in São Paulo. I just about made it (10minutes before closing time!) and the view was indeed amazing, but it also showed me how much of a city São Paulo is, pretty much like Singapore.

Singapore, Santiago, Sao Paulo - cityscapes always look the same. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Singapore, Santiago, Sao Paulo – cityscapes always look the same.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

 

Anyway, after that, I walked around the Republica area, taking care to leave before nightfall. Republica, a hive of activity in the day thanks to all the businesses that have their offices there, turns into a ghost town (read: hangout for the dodgy folk) once the work day ends.

Dodgetown once the sun sets Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Dodgetown once the sun sets (and maybe even in the day)
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Still, it was a nice walk, and despite what people say, São Paulo isn’t thaaaaat ugly a city.

Buildings can be beautiful too. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Buildings can be beautiful too.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Day two in São Paulo: Andre didn’t have to go to the university that day, so he offered to show me around town. Yay for guided tours! Heh. Anyway. We headed to Avenida Paulista, named for the city and running through the heart of the city and walked along most of its length,

Av. Paulista and a (possibly) Paulistano Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Av. Paulista and a (possibly) Paulistano
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

stopping to visit one of the most famous museums there

This is not the museum, just some vaguely cool looking building. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

This is not the museum, just some vaguely cool looking building.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

and for my first pastel, a yummy deep fried (I later found out that there are baked pastels as well, but not as easily found) pastry, stuffed with your choice of filling (sweet and savory). Nomz.

Instead of food porn, we have... building porn. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

One of the last few old buildings on Av. Paulista. Reminded me of Singapore’s own tendency to destroy the old in favour of the new and modern. 😦
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

After we were done with Av. Paulista, we set off to Parque do Ibirapuera for a leisurely stroll.

Monument of some sort, which even Andre didn't know the significance of Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Monument of some sort, which even Andre didn’t know the significance of
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

It was a nice park,

All parks must have water bodies - it is the law! Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

All parks must have water bodies – it is the law!
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

with a really cool amphitheater, courtesy of Oscar Niemeyer, in the middle.

Such eccentricity. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Such eccentricity.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Awesome stuff. Next on the agenda: Vila Madalena, a pseudo-hippy, artsy part of town, home to lots of gorgeous graffiti

Andre is not part of the graffiti. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Andre is not part of the graffiti.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

and a lovely ice-cream place with lots of exotic fruit flavours. I later found out that all the graffiti was planned by the government, and wasn’t actually the work of random artists.

These were random artists though, probably not commissioned by the government. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

These were random artists though, probably not commissioned by the government.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

But the ice-cream was delicious anyway – after sampling almost every flavour I had never heard of, I finally chose two flavours that tasted amazing but had really difficult names to remember.

I don't take good pictures of food so here is a wall instead. Also, I always forget to take a food picture till I'm midway through. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

I don’t take good pictures of food so here is a wall instead. Also, I always forget to take a food picture till I’m midway through.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Andre headed home after that, while I decided to go to the weekly CouchSurfers meeting. Really cool meeting where I met lots of interesting people (like duh, all CouchSurfers are interesting people). It was quite funny seeing that many (I think there were over a hundred people) squeezed into a relatively small space – on the upside, it was really easy to jump between conversation groups – all you had to do was turn around. Fun evening!

A cool bar we went to post CS meeting! Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

A cool bar we went to post CS meeting!
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

São Paulo is one of the few Brazilian cities with a free walking tour (probably because becoming a tour guide in Brazil is a long and somewhat torturous process), so I decided to make use of the opportunity to see the rest of São Paulo that I hadn’t already seen. It was an interesting enough tour, but with a huge group, which was…not that nice.

Our huge group and poor tour guide. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Our huge group and poor tour guide.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Still, I got to see some of the more important sights in São Paulo.

Oscar Neimeyer's handiwork - a giant wavy building that houses more than 4000 people. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Oscar Neimeyer’s handiwork – a giant wavy building that houses more than 4000 people.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Old and new. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Old and new.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

 

Catedral de Sé at Praça de Sé - the centre of Sao Paulo where street numbers begin. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

The crowds outside Catedral de Sé at Praça de Sé – the centre of Sao Paulo where street numbers begin.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Outside the Teatro Municipal. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Outside the Teatro Municipal.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Tallest building in Sao Paulo - see that empty space at the top? The owner decided to add 4m of nothingness to his building so it would be the tallest building in Sao Paulo. What an ass. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Tallest building in Sao Paulo – see that empty space at the top? The owner decided to add 4m of nothingness to his building so it would be the tallest building in Sao Paulo. What an ass.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Electronic tally of amount of taxes paid to the government of Sao Paulo since the start of the year (i.e. in 1.5months) - crazy amount of money, yet such little of it actually goes back to the citizens. Corruption is a sad reality, not just in Sao Paulo, but in most of Brazil. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Electronic tally of amount of taxes paid to the government of Sao Paulo since the start of the year (i.e. in 1.5months) – crazy amount of money, yet such little of it actually goes back to the citizens. Corruption is a sad reality, not just in Sao Paulo, but in most of Brazil.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

After the tour, I went with some people I met during the tour to Mercado Municipal, where I got to sample some interesting fruits – I found out, belatedly, that almost all of the interesting fruit in Brazil is from the north, so the market trip wasn’t that interesting, probably because we get most of the fruits they had there in Singapore too.

Fruit galore! Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Fruit galore!
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

After that, I met up with another CouchSurfer, Renato, and had a nice chat before heading back to to Andre’s place to go to a party at the University with Andre and his flatmates. It was a good party with lots of interesting conversations, and the bands (university students) that played were really good as well. Evening well spent!

The next day, I had to deal with something rather mundane – visa issues. So. Singaporeans get a one month tourist visa upon arrival, and my visa was supposed to expire on 2 March. I had initially planned to go to Rio de Janeiro for Carnival, which was supposed to end on 2 March, and I had the vague idea of taking a bus to Bolivia to escape the country on the same day. Unfortunately, I’d conveniently forgotten about the fact that Brazil is enormous, and apparently, getting from Rio to Bolivia is a journey that takes three days. Or six. I can’t remember, but either way, that was not happening, so on to plan B – get my visa extended for another three months. As with most things in Brazil, it was far more difficult and complicated than it had to be, but after spending a good portion of my day running here and there and waiting patiently, I finally got my visa extended! Yayness! To celebrate, I headed to the weekly CS English meeting to meet and chat with other English speakers, a welcome change from hearing the utterly strange (okay not really – it bears some resemblance to Spanish) Portuguese all the time. It was a nice evening, and I also got some tips on where to head to in Brazil with my extended visa! Score!

Fake Eiffel Tower is actually a TV tower Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Fake Eiffel Tower is actually a TV tower
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

One of the more interesting (non-city related) things to do in São Paulo is to go to Parque Estadual do Cantareira. Henrique, one of the CouchSurfers, had offered to accompany me there the next day. Unfortunately, what neither of us realized was that the park was only open on weekends and public holidays -_- horribly annoying, but Henrique managed to ask around and find another park that we could go to, Horto Florestal, which thankfully was open on weekdays as well. We headed over there and spent a nice day walking around the park, but sadly there weren’t any interesting trails.

There were cool trees though. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

There were monkeys in the trees though.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

The sighting of capivaras in the park almost made up for it though, and it was a generally pleasant day.

Capivara chilling by the lake/pond. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Capivara chilling by the lake/pond.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Henrique wanted to help feed the capivara. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Henrique wanted to help feed the capivara.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

We parted ways in the evening and I went to meet up with Andre and his friends for a pre-Carnival parade. It was absolutely crazy, with a few thousand people following the parade vehicle, all dressed in colourful costumes, and singing and dancing and making merry. (I have yet to figure out why most of the men were dressed as women though.) Great fun, and a good glimpse of what Carnival in Rio was going to be like.

Madness, is what the Carnival in Rio was going to be like. Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

Madness, is what the Carnival in Rio was going to be like.
Sao Paulo, Brazil, Feb 2014

To be honest, I was somewhat intimidated by the prospect of Carnival in Rio, just looking at the sheer number of people who had turned up for the pre-Carnival parade. Anyways. The next day, I packed my stuff and was on the road again. Destination: Paraty, my pit-stop before Rio for Carnival! (Things didn’t quite work out how I’d planned, but that’s for the next post.)