Today we decided to go to Olinda to sample the Carnival spirit there.
Olinda is a world heritage site complete with its narrow cobbled streets and low rise housing. We came here on a pre carnival Sunday and were amazed by the sheer number of people walking the streets.

The view from the church steps looking across towards the hoards

The view from the church steps looking across towards the hoards

The town is built over several hills and samba bands were moving up and down the hills with people following in their wake.

Olinda on foot. Not a vehicle in sight

Olinda on foot. Not a vehicle in sight

The crowds are so thick that the drummers trying to make their way to their starting place have to carry their drums above their heads.
We found a good spot in the shade (and next to a beer cool box!) and stood watching the people in their carnival costumes go by…….the variety is amazing. We soon got talking to Claudio and Jeorjes, who were standing behind us and fascinated by our being English.

Claudio and Jeorjes. My two new friends!

Claudio and Jeorjes. My two new friends!

They are well up on the members of our royal family and were big fans of Princess Diana! With our limited powers of communication we stuck mainly to pop singers and groups that we liked/disliked and European football teams with Brazilian players.
The contrast between yesterday’s glitzy parade in Recife and the homespun carnival in Olinda is striking. No big mega buses booming out here. The closest Olinda came to that was a lad on a cart being pushed through the crowd playing his guitar and singing into a battery powered mic and amp.

Local singer on a hand drawdown cart making his way down the hill

Local singer on a hand drawn cart making his way down the hill

As it was getting dark, we set off in search of a taxi……again not the easiest of tasks. Walking out of town along the main road we, and half of the rest of the crowd, passed hundreds of street sellers. There is food in abundance from kebabs to candy floss and individuals with cool boxes selling copious amounts of beer. Everyone seemed to be drinking beer all afternoon, but we didn’t see anyone drunk and certainly non of the yobbish behaviour that we have come to accept in England.
Another great day. We would have liked to stay longer, but taxis late at night are like hens teeth, so back to the boat and recover ready for day 3 tomorrow.

Happy to be part of it all!

Happy to be part of it all!

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