first glimpse of Itacare.
Felipe- local surf shop owner who was gracious enough to take me to some prime wave riding spots.
Linnea and Dorit from Israel
Linnea and Dorit from Israel
Josh had some great dress up clothes and didn´t mind striking a pose.
Sam wearing my favorite outfit from the dress up box.
the whole group at Prainha.
experienced surfer scoping the waves.
the whole group at Prainha.
experienced surfer scoping the waves.
Itacaré :
- only inconvenience: applying sunscreen
- biggest fear: no waves
- most difficult decision: whether to have the Açaí bowl with granola and bananas or egg/cheese sandwich for breakfast
Itacaré is your classic, kick-back surf paradise (apparently not so mellow in January/February when it´s packed with tourists,) but fortunately we seemed to hit it at just the right time. It was definitely my favorite spot thus far. One main drag with a few pousadas and good eats. Linnea and I dined at the local falafel place five consecutive nights that served up cheap, heaping plates of tasty Middle Eastern food. The main street continues to meander out of town and past four idyllic beaches separated by cliffs and jungle (all with waves.) The fifth beach, Prainha or "secret beach" was an hour hike through the jungle and made for a memorable day trip with our pack of new-found comrades. Much of the same group we met in Morro had already migrated south. We surprised everyone, including ourselves, with our last minute decision to extend our trip and go the extra distance to Itacaré. Everyone stayed at the same pousada and we formed this grand, ecletic melting pot of friends with Germany, Uruguay, Australia, England and Israel all represented. Days mostly consisted of a morning surf, midday hammock lounge (love how a veranda with a hammock is a standard Brazilian amenity even at the cheapest accomodations) and sunset surf/ frisbee session. Following some of the most relaxing days of feeling sun-kissed and sore from surfing came some of the worst- a 40 hr bus ride back to Fortaleza. The all time low was the stretch were I was seated directly across from the lavatory and the big guy in front of me used the bathroom way too many times for one night. The bus was chilled at about 30 degrees, it was the first time I´ve felt cold in Brazil, but I was repeatedly blasted by a 120 degree stink wave from the bathroom of death. Despite this encounter, the two week trip to Bahia was the time of my life. Now it´s back to work as we wrap up our final week with Fairloom and conclude our time here in good ol´ Terrra Prom.
