Up the river

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We've now stayed a full week in Itacaré . It's for sure one of the most easygoing and truly lovely towns, we've ever visited.

Yesterday, we decided one week wasn't enough. We prolonged our stay with ten more days (and this morning I even passed a tiny, beautiful house which was for sale down at the old harbor. Momentarily I dreamt about us settling down here more permanently!)


Even though a week has gone by, we still haven't found time (or stamina!) to explore the jungle for the famous, hidden beach!

The Spanish have the saying 'mañana'. I wonder if Brazilians put the same meaning into 'amanhã'. They should - at least in this town, where every day is yet another day tiptoeing around on a  sizzling, red-hot frying pan.

Whenever a big plan comes along during the day, I stay in any shadow I can find with a nice book and mumble a 'Tomorrow is another day'.

Michael, however is much more accustomed to the climate. The madman is even out jogging in the afternoon heat and has been on daily explorations along some of the jungle trails.

After sunset, when the town livens up, I put my book down. Together we go out into the narrow streets filled with people, hopping from bar to bar or having a meal on one of the many outdoor restaurants and cafes.


This morning we DID have a daytime outing, though.

We hired a guy with a canoe and sailed up along the jungle river Rio de Contas 

All around us, the rolling hills, dressed in dense, gloomy, seemingly uninhabited rain forest, looked so impressive, it only took a little imagination to fantasize we were going up the Amazon or perhaps up the Congo River in search for the Kurtz of Joseph Conrads  'Heart of Darkness'.


We didn't find madness at the end of our journey, though.

On the contrary! Paddling down a small mangrove vegetated tributary, we found  a lovely little waterfall, where we swam in the basin and had a good massage from the streams of water pouring down from above.


Rita may look relaxed swimming around, but before jumping in, she made a very, VERY careful examination of the jungle pool. She certainly didn't want to do synchronized swimming with any snakes!

 

Just next to the waterfall, we visited a small cocoa plantation, where we saw the cocoa pods hanging on the trees and were offered pulverized, fermented cocoa beans formed into small cubes.

The mouthful of rich chocolate taste was pure bliss.


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  1. AnonymousMarch 14, 2017 at 2:56 AM

    Wayhey you do get about! We're following in your footsteps as we're now in Bali!

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