Sunset from our mooring.

Sunset from our mooring.

The pace of life is very relaxed and we’re enjoying our time here. We have been quite busy, by our lazy standards!

On Monday we visited Terry and Pauline, who are staying in an apartment in Cabedelo……we’d met them last Sunday at the Granja. The apartment is very grand…one of 14 in a block with its own pool and massive party room, only a stone’s throw from the beach. How the other half live!

Lunch by the pool.

Lunch by the pool.

On Wednesday we took the train to the city to visit the Botanical Gardens. It is incredible to think that as the city expanded, the planners had the forethought to keep several acres of prime land as almost natural forest……part of the Mata Atlantico….the forest that covered this part of Brazil. I say almost, as we saw quite a lot of bamboo, which was introduced by the farmers for building materials back in the early 1900s.

Intrepid explorer

Intrepid explorer

With long trousers and walking boots on, we embarked on a guided tour of the section that we had already illicitly explored on our own before the guides arrived. The area we were in had a series of wells that were part of the old water supply for the city.

One of the covered wells

One of the covered wells

Water bubbles up from the underground river that flows 15metres below the surface and the wells are covered. According to our guides, there are alligators that frequent the wells at night…..some as big as 3metres long. Luckily, apart from a lot of huge ants, a dead sloth, some butterfly’s and one marmoset, we didn’t see any scary creatures.

An 'owl' butterfly.

An ‘owl’ butterfly.

On Thursday we went on a local canoe tour of the river and the islands that make up this part of Cabedelo.

Our canoe on the left.

Our canoe on the left.

There were five of us, two German friends and a South African and us. Because there was room for more, we found that the woman who owns the canoe, brought her very excited son with her,

Michael burning off some energy.

Michael burning off some energy.

and the normal boatman took the opportunity to let his 11yr old son steer the boat and learn about navigating the channels at low water.

The boatman overseeing things.

The boatman overseeing things.

His apprentice.

His apprentice.

We also had a man and his bike aboard for the first while and we made a detour to land him at his village.

Man and bike safely landed.

Man and bike safely landed.

It was good to get out and about and get a look at how people live away from the towns.

Fisherman taking his time waiting for the tide.

Fisherman taking his time waiting for the tide.

The church and it's square.....local party spot on Saturdays.

The church and it’s square…..local party spot on Saturdays.

The village was full of flowers. I singled this one out.

The village was full of flowers. I singled this one out for you Mummy.

Everything is basic, but functional and both of the villages we went to had wifi!!

The ferry was pulling up to the landing stage as we arrived and at first I thought that a bus had driven on to the deck

The ferry bus!

The ferry bus!

……as we got closer it was clear that the ferry had needed seats and shelter for its passengers, so the bottom of a bus had been cut away and the superstructure had been welded onto the open boat.

The bus ferry, complete with nautical steering wheel!

The bus ferry, complete with nautical steering wheel!

An amazingly simple ‘up cycling’ solution!

At the landing stage.

At the landing stage.

Back in the canoe and for lunch at an isolated occasional restaurant…..meaning the owner only opens when he wants to! A man after Marcus’ heart! Needless to say it was closed, so we had the place to ourselves to eat our sandwiches.

Lunch by the water.

Lunch by the water.

After a couple of days doing a few jobs, including the dreaded toilet, we took the train again to Joao Pessaoa on Saturday for another Sabadino concert and street food. We met up with some of the French people from the marina, but also got into conversation with some of the locals, who were delighted to practice their English and tell us about their city and state of Paraiba. As it gets dark here at about five, by eight o’clock it feels much later and we set off for the boat with Marcus thinking it was nearly eleven.
When he realised it was only 8.30 and the night was still young, he invited two French couples, two Germans and the Chilean back on board for drinks. He’s such a party animal!

On Sunday we went out to Brian’s Granja again for a barbecue. After a few wrong turns, we managed to direct Ray, who was driving Brian’s old car, up the unmade dirt track to the house…….how we arrived with the exhaust still hanging onto the bottom of the car is a miracle.

Barbecue by the pool

Barbecue by the pool

We had another great day by the pool

The games room

The games room

………….and an evening of playing pool and table tennis. We came away with an invitation to go out on a catamaran, that Brian has built, for sea trials the next day.
It’s great to be able to say yes to all these opportunities.

1 Comment

  1. Dave and Rebecca

    Nice to see that Marcus is still the perfect host. Hope the drinks cabinet is still as interesting as ever. Great to read your adventures – you have managed to fit a l

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