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Day 24 – Lencois and Chapada Diamantina National Park

A bumper edition today for what has been arguably our best day so far.

Lencois is a small, delightful, colonial-era town, 6-8 hours drive inland from Salvador, and the perfect base for exploring the Chapada Diamantina (Diamond Cliffs) National Park in which it lies. It’s a long drive to get to it, but the journey is definitely (definitely) worth it.

A quick history… diamonds were discovered here lying on the ground in the 1800’s. A diamond boon ensued, and fortune seekers arrived in their thousands, setting tents up on the hills which looked like bedsheets from above. The Portuguese word for sheets is Lencois – hence the name, and it has no connection (other than the name) to Lencois Maranheses, which we also visited on this trip, and which is 1500km further north.

We stayed at the Canto das Aguas hotel, which is the best place to stay in town apparently, and while seriously overpriced, was comfortable for a couple night stay.

It’s generally recommended to use a guide to explore the park for the first time, as signposting is non-existent. You can buy maps in town, but for a remarkably reasonable $60 can have the services of a knowledgable local, who speaks english, for the whole day. We were using our own rental car which cuts the cost considerably as you need a car to explore the park, and the guides don’t like using their own cars. The alternative is hiking but we’re not the rambling type and you need more than a couple of days for this.

We arranged the guide through the hotel, and in less time than it took to eat breakfast, Hernadez had been booked by reception from the town, and was at the hotel raring to go.

I worked out a quick itinerary which included being able to watch the two big World Cup matches that were going on later in the day 😉 First though we had an ATM run to do, so we jumped in the car, and did the very short ride into the centre of town from the hotel, with Hernandez riding along in our car. We were getting to see Lencois for the first time in daylight, and it was a pretty sight indeed.

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After going to the bank, we went back in the other direction on the only road out of town. Hernandez told us stories about all the different animals living in the park – including kid favourites Tarantulas, Rattlesnakes, Scorpions and Jaguars!

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After 13km you get to the main road that cuts through the park. It was dramatic and stunning – one of the most scenic drives I’ve experienced.

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There’s a ton of trucks on the road, which is the only downer – these have the effect of slowing you down, but otherwise it’s an awesome sight.

Soon we were off the main road and heading up a winding, dusty path

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At the top was a small parking area, radio mast and a sugar cane presser squeezing freshly made juice

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We all tried some – it was great – super sweet of course.

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After this, we were soon hiking our way up the steep hill (Morro do Pai Inácio – Father Inácio Hill)

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It was a 30 minute climb with stops to admire the scenery, and it was all very stunning – a lush, green, grand canyon basically.

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We learned how plants take root on the hard rock, basically using soil made out of other decaying plants. We also saw wild orchids.

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And took lots of photos…

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With this amazing vista fresh in our minds, we clambered back down the hill and reached the mini plateau where the cars are. There is another trail you can take which takes a couple of hours, but we had other destinations to visit.

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We got back in our car and drove along the main road for a bit and then 40 mins down a long dusty track (challenging in places in a regular car) to a place called Pratinha.

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The drive to Pratinha takes you through a substantial coffee farm. We’d never seen a coffee farm before.

Hernandez suggested we stop and take a closer look…

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It was great timing – the coffee was ripe for picking

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We had no idea there was a fruit around a coffee bean, or that you could eat it, and that it doesn’t taste awful. The fruit is called a cherry and is red if it’s any good, green otherwise. We took a half dozen coffee beans away to roast later, and tasted the fruit.

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With the unusual taste of the coffee fruit still in our mouths (it doesn’t taste like coffee), we were back in the car and driving alongside row after row of coffee plants

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Hernandez pointed out a large area to the left where coffee fruits (cherries) were spread out in their hundreds of thousands to dry in the sun. He explained that this kind of operation doesn’t produce the best coffee, as they don’t sort the red fruits from the (unripe) green ones. Still – simplicity and volume make up for it I guess, for this farmer.

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After this surprise lesson on coffee we arrived at our destination Pratinha – which consists of a few huts and a small cafe in a rocky and scenic area among the farms. We paid a small entry fee to get in, it’s leased by the government to local entrepreneurs.

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Eli immediately set his sights on some… stones!

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There was some confusion initially over what we could do at Pratinha, we were being asked to pay (reasonable amounts) for various things if we wanted to do them, and it seemed there were a few options – cave diving, swimming, zip lining among them.

Hernandez suggested taking us on a recce to show us around. We clambered down some steps towards a cave…

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… reaching a naturally filled cave with incredibly clear water.

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We learned that you can swim a long way into the cave, but it gets dark and cold deep inside the cave and is not generally suited for those under 10. It’s about a 20 minute swim in and 20 min back apparently, and you wear flippers, snorkel, carry a torch etc.

Eli is a strong swimmer for his age – equivalent to some 10 year olds – and we were tempted. We decided to defer the decision and take another look at the zip line which we’d passed on the way to the cave.

There was a nervous lady who was preparing to jump off the zip line, which takes you across a natural pool and plunges you into the aquamarine water.

We decided we’d watch her experience, and make a decision!

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Decision… made

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Lots of fun!!

It was soon time for the Germany v France game, and we were getting hungry, so we dried ourselves off in the sunshine, and sat down for some Brazilian buffet… and a game.

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After the game we had a small window to do a (mini) snorkeling cave adventure. We’d decided to not venture in too deep and stay near the entrance.

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The reason we didn’t have much time was because there was another cave, Blue Cave (Gruta Azul), a short walk away, that at the right time of day has the sunlight fall directly on the water creating a dramatic effect.

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We made it just in time (the sunlight disappeared a couple of minutes after we arrived) and the effect was indeed amazing. You could see up to 60 feet deep through the ultra clear water like it was head height. The large rocks in the photo below are 20 feet below water.

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We walked back up the creaking wooden staircase leading to the cave, marveling at the Tarzan style vines

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An amazing afternoon, and no rambling involved.

The big game between Brazil and Cameroon was coming up and it was time to head back to Lencois to watch it in the old market building alongside the town square. There were lots of people gathered to watch the game.

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It was one of the most exciting games we’d watched! It had a fantastic, small town, community-vibe atmosphere. Thiago Silva scored early and it lifted the roof!

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At half time everyone went outside into the square to mingle, and be entertained by a troupe of local drummers

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The second half was even more exciting, with a brilliant free kick by David Luis making it 2-0!

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The game ended 2-1 and it was party time in Lencois. Literally the whole town filled the square.

I rushed back to the hotel with Eli to grab Semma, and bring her to the party!

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It had grown into a full-fledged spontaneous, synchronous… rave. This video gives a flavour… it was utterly spectacular (must watch).

Everywhere people were hanging out on the streets, playing games, doing capoeira (martial art dancing), kids hanging out, playing football (Eli got a game started and a bunch of Brazilian kids joined in) – fantastic.

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There were small stands selling fresh (and very strong) cocktails, and we hung out with the rest of the town, taking it all in.

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We finished off with a spot of pizza in the adjoining square, marveling at what an amazing evening (and day) we’d had.

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If you ever get the chance to come to this part of the world, I can’t recommend Lencois enough as a fun loving town to spend a couple of nights. If you can get here when the national team is playing… even better!

Days 23 – Journey from Pipa to Lencois

After 3 super relaxing days in Pipa, and a much welcome break from driving, it was time to jump back in the car, and a plane, and a car again. Confused? We were a bit too!

Our destination was the Chapada Diamantina (Diamond Cliffs) National Park, 6 hours west of Salvador. We had originally planned to drive the whole way to Salvador, basically in time for the Holland v Costa Rica quarter final (which we had tickets for), but this would have meant having no chance to visit one of the most incredible places in Brazil – basically the Grand Canyon of Brazil.

So we changed our plans to cover some of the 1300km route south by plane.

We set off from Pipa very early in the morning (7am) for the drive back up the coast an hour to Natal airport.

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One of the guys from our hotel had very kindly offered to come with us, as we were expecting a hard time from the car rental company over the car (which was seriously damaged from our pothole incident).

We followed Mauricio on his bike through the early morning streets…

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He dropped off his bike and joined us in the car for the rest of the journey

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We had a bit of a problem finding Natal airport. They made a new airport for the World Cup, gave it the same 3 letter airport code (NAT), and located it several miles away from the old one. Due to delays nobody was really sure whether the new airport was open.

Finding information about it was tough, Google Maps was still pointing to the old airport, and the roads between the two airports weren’t finished.

Luckily we’d anticipated this the night before thanks to a throwaway comment by one of the hotel managers, and given ourselves plenty of time to go to the old airport first, establish it was indeed closed, and then navigate the tricky roads and suburbs to get to the new airport if needed.

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Throughout all this I couldn’t help but think how many people during the World Cup must have missed their flights at Natal. It took us an hour to get to the new airport from the old one, and we had a local helping us. We had to stop and ask directions several times.

When we got to the new airport there were no signs (eg for car rental drop off), everything looked under construction, and we couldn’t even be sure that our car rental company (Avis) had a working office there.

We went into the airport terminal to find the car rental desks in the arrivals hall, passing through security in reverse (which seemed to be allowed somehow). Everything was good, Avis was there, and parking randomly outside seemed to be the correct thing to do to drop off the car.

Back outside we gave the car one last inspection before Avis bods came to do their inspection.

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The damage on the rear wheel was pretty significant and obvious

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And fairly obvious on the front wheel too

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In these situations I find it’s always best to admit the problem at the front end, rather than let people ‘discover’ it. Doing so means you’ve established some level of trust, and they can focus on the problem you’ve admitted, rather than start looking for other problems after they inevitably find the first.

I was a bit worried about the underside of the car for example, which had taken a fair old beating on our 100km shortcut down a sandy road.

Mauricio had looked at me like I was mad when I asked him to tell Avis there was a serious problem with the wheels, and we waited nervously while Avis did the inspection.

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Inside we spent a tense hour negotiating the damage and the complex situation we had created by dropping the car to a different location than planned.

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I was being super careful not to get ripped off having had a bad experience recently with Hertz in Mexico over a chipped windscreen. I insisted that the cost to repair the damage was quoted now rather than be charged to the card later.

There was no way I could have done all this without someone there to help – nobody spoke English well, and it involved long phone calls back and forth to Sao Luis (where we’d rented the car). My efforts the day before to call Avis about it in the US and get help were fruitless.

In the end we came away with a quote of $130 for two replacement wheels, a new tyre, and hub cab. I thought that was quite a result.

Semma and Eli had been waiting patiently nearby and we were now almost late for our flight. Fortunately, nobody else it seemed had managed to find the new airport at all, and there were literally multiple check-in agents waiting to help us. This is a budget airline queue in Brazil!

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The empty airport theme continued as we made our way through security to the gate.

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I kept wondering whether the plane would also find the new airport, but it did

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It was a quick flight (less than an hour) from Natal to Salvador

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Eli had the window seat in our near empty plane

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The staff were super friendly, possibly because they had nothing to do

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And we’d arrived in Salvador!

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We had another long wait at a car rental counter

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But spirits lifted as we reached outside for the shuttle bus

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A quick ride through a cool natural ‘tunnel’

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And into our new ride

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The Chapada Diamantina National Park (Parque Nacional da Chapada Diamantina) is a long drive inland from Salvador (about 6 hours). We jumped straight on the highway so as to make good time.tall-lorry

The road from Salvador to Feira de Santana (Bahia state’s second largest city behind Salvador) was good, a new two lane highway, and we got there in a little over an hour.

We stopped briefly in the city to grab something to eat, and like many places in Brazil there were kids waiting at traffic stops to perform football skills for small change.

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Outside of Feira de Santana, the road narrowed to one lane…

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And soon it was dark.

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The rest of our journey (no photos) was very long and a little grueling. The road got worse, it was full of slow moving trucks, and progress was painfully slow. I spent hours literally waiting to overtake trucks on windy dark roads, we nearly ran out of gas and I had to ‘hug a truck’ from behind to make it to a gas station.

We finally arrived in Lencois, our base to explore the national park about 10pm and I had a moody waitstaff to deal with over dinner as they thought they were done for the night in the hotel restaurant!

Hopefully tomorrow it will all be worth it!!

Days 21 & 22 – Pipa

We’d been told that Pipa was a special place in Brazil. And after our dramatic late arrival the previous night, we were very much looking forward to exploring it.

Before we could get to that, there was the place we were staying (Toca da Coruja) to check out. As we’d discovered the night before, the room was on another level of wonderful, and all we could remember of the rest of the Pousada was that it had been a long walk (in the dark) to get to it.

Our room (more like a bungalow on stilts) was surrounded on 3 sides by a porch, set among the jungle.

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At the rear was a separate deck with sun loungers… and an outdoor bath

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There was no other bungalow in sight, so the privacy was amazing. To get to the bungalow, and indeed to the rest of the Pousada, meant walking along a raised wooden walkway among the trees.

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Our walkway was at least 200 feet long, winding its way, meeting other walkways which went off in different directions

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We went off exploring… and Eli found a hidden pool!

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It was all so fabulous and relaxing frankly, that on our first day here we never left the Pousada.

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On our second day we were determined to explore the town of Pipa, and ventured into town on more than one occasion. The Pousada is right in the centre of town, so we were able to come and go.

We drove around town to get our bearings and to run some errands.

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I took Semma and Eli to the beach, a place called Praia do Amor, so called because the waves make little hearts in the sand – I kid you not.

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I was due to join them but the weather was looking dicey, so we wondered round the shops instead

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There are some great little shops in Pipa, a lot of beachwear and summer wear, a lot of stuff for women

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Later in the evening we ventured out after dinner, our last night in Pipa. It was lively and there is definitely a fun scene happening here. We went round more shops, had crêpes, and eventually called it a night. While we still prefer Jericoacoara for its more laid back, hippy vibe, Pipa is definitely our second favourite beach town in Brazil so far.

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Day 20 – Beberibe and Journey to Pipa

After our very cool evening hanging out with Luca and Sylvana, the owners of our Pousada in Beberibe, we finally got to see it in daylight.

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Eli made a beeline for the pool…

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And the swings…

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We had a long journey ahead of us so not much time to hang about. We packed our things and posed for a pic with new friends Luca and Sylvana.

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Our journey was 300 miles (500km) south to Pipa, a place we’d heard was particularly nice, and similar in some ways to Jericoacoara. That alone boded well and it was confirmed by Sylvana who advised that Pipa was indeed very special.

This would be the last part of our 2,000km drive south from Sao Luis, hugging the Brazilian coastline, and we were looking forward to staying somewhere for more than one night, having done 3 nights in a row hopping from place to place.

We set off through the tiny and unspoilt fishing village that is Beberibe.

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We had a brief worry, as again our GPS took us onto a sandy road. (The last time this happened turned into a major undertaking.)

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Fortunately it was only a short track and we were soon back onto the main road, heading south.

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In Brazil, you often come across police stations that serve as checkpoints along the road. They block the main carriageway and funnel the traffic alongside the police station, so the police can see who is moving about. Very simple, but effective no doubt.

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It was a long day’s driving, taking us mainly through rural areas, but also a couple of large towns.

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The temperature gauge hit 39 degrees (102 degrees fahrenheit). It’s winter in Brazil.

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As the day passed by, we got closer and closer to Natal, a major city (and a World Cup Venue) an hour north of our destination Pipa. There was some cool scenery en route, and it reminded us of driving across America.

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We reached Natal as dusk was falling.

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I’ve never seen anyone jump start a truck before, but I can check that off the list.

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We passed right by the World Cup stadium in Natal. The picture doesn’t really do it justice, but it is all silk white, with dramatic white stairways on the outside. The effect is incredibly impressive.

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It was dinner time so we found Brazil’s version of a Mövenpick Marché, featuring one of the most impressive buffets we’ve seen. We’d wanted to try a variety of Brazilian food since getting here, but generally speaking the dishes in restaurants we’ve been too have had very large portions (typically for two) and we’d been looking for a way to sample all the different dishes with less commitment.

Eli stuck to more traditional fare… and we also got to watch the Germany v Algeria match.

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Things were going to plan and it looked like we’d arrive in Pipa about 9pm.

One of the aspects of driving in Brazil is that the roads are generally pants, particularly in the north east (poorer) part of the country. There are some good roads, and some obviously bad roads, but it’s the good roads with hidden bad bits (potholes and speed humps) that are most dangerous. Add to that the lack of reliable signs (hit and miss), daredevil overtaking, and frequent animals in the middle of the road (cows, dogs, cats, donkeys), and it’s a recipe for some high intensity driving.

We had driven 2,000km with only one minor issue so far (getting stuck in the sand) and were now 5km from our last port of call… when trouble struck.

We hit a deep pothole at 100km/hr, on a brand new road, taking out two of our wheels in dramatic fashion. The front tyre burst instantly and the steel wheel was completely written off. The rear wheel was also severely dented although luckily the tyre held out.

Fortunately, no one was hurt, just rather shaken, and we called for help from our (now) nearby Pousada, while I began replacing the wheel, on a pitch black dark and deserted road.

After 20 mins, help arrived, and the operation now involved a taxi driver, the front desk manager, and the Pousada’s head of security. That’s a lot of guys to change a wheel (I know), but this is Brazil, Eli was asleep in the back of the car, and we were wary of taking any chances.

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Another 20 mins later and after breaking the mangled hub cap off the wheel (which had impacted into the wheel, becoming part of it), we had the wheel changed, and we limped on it to Pipa, marveling at how lucky (or unlucky) we’d been.

On the flip side, all this trouble had meant I had completely forgotten the kind of place we were heading to.

Rewinding a few months, when I was booking places for the trip, working out driving distances and everything else in between, I had figured that at the end of a 2000km road trip, we might want to stay somewhere especially nice.

We’ve been fortunate to stay in some lovely places over the years, but this took the biscuit.

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… Our own little house, in the jungle, at the end of a long wooden walkway.

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Eli had somehow remained asleep throughout all this, and was navigating to unusual positions.

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To add to the wonder of it all, we were told breakfast would be served until Noon (and checkout was 3pm). Now that’s progression!

Utterly blown away, we couldn’t wait to see it all in daylight.

Day 19 – Holland v Mexico

This was a match I’d been looking forward to since seeing Holland put 5 goals past Spain in their opening game. It’s also the one match we had 3 tickets for, meaning a whole family affair.

We had put ourselves within striking distance of Fortaleza – where the match was playing – by staying in Paracuru, an hour’s drive north of the city. First though was the matter of checking out of our Pousada, and after a spot of breakfast we were ready to leave.

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We set off for Fortaleza – and what turned out to be a scenic drive

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Our plan was to park the car at Fortaleza airport, which is close to the stadium, and take a taxi.

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Fortunately there were free busses laid on by the city to the stadium!

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We arrived to a small army of kids all trying to sell drinks

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We dodged the young entrepreneurs and their parents, and made our way towards the stadium

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We stopped for a photo outside the stadium

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And made our way in

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Inside, the atmosphere was heating up, and so was the temperature.

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We first noticed it was especially hot on our drive in to Fortaleza. Fortunately we had put on sun screen before abandoning our vehicle. We were about to discover our seats were in the sunshine, really good seats 5 rows from the front. I hadn’t even checked the ticket and we couldn’t believe our luck!

We were surrounded by Mexican fans…

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Who all stood to attention during the national anthem

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And the game kicked off

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It didn’t disappoint… the match and atmosphere were superb

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Our new Mexican friends were sad, but we were happy – we were supporting Holland who pulled through with a 2-1 win, right at the end.

It had been an incredible game – played in 100 degree heat. So hot they gave the players two extra breaks during the game – something I’d never seen before.

We filed on out of the stadium…

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Posing for photos at the airport with some Holland fans (I love Holland fans).

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And then back to our car and the open road, for a 1 hour drive south to Beberibe.

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We arrived at the Pousada Flamboyant Village after dark (no pictures sadly) and were warmly met by its owners Sylvana and Luca. Like the night before, we got to know them over drinks – they were super cool – and like the night before we were able to leave Eli asleep in our little bungalow while we were able to hang out.

We had an awesome evening with Sylvana and Luca – a great night!

 

 

Day 18 – Leaving Jericoacoara & journey to Paracuru

After our unexpectedly long journey yesterday, to get to Jericoacoara, getting in very late at night, we were sad we were only here for one day. Jeri is by far the nicest place we’ve visited on our trip.

The place where we are staying (My Blue Hotel) is amazing – an oasis in the oasis. This was our walk to the hotel restaurant (for breakfast).

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We managed to get a late 3pm checkout, and as Eli and Semma hadn’t seen the town properly, headed out for a walk about town.

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The streets were deserted as everyone was disappearing into bars to watch the Brazil v Chile game.

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We had trouble finding a table to watch the game, but eventually found this lobster and seafood restaurant – where we watched the first 90 mins.

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The game went to extra time and our ride was due to arrive, so we went back to the hotel to see the end of it, as Brazil beat Chile on penalties.

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It was quite a trip, and we were firmly rooting for Brazil!

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Our ride had arrived for our drive back across the dunes (this time in daylight). We headed out of town in the back of a pick-up truck.

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The dunes were amazing… lots of gratuitous shots!

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Half an hour later we were back in Jijoca, the nearest town to Jeri.

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We picked up our car where we’d left it, and headed out of town for the relatively short drive to Paracuru.

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We arrived after dark, checking in to a lovely Pousada (called Namaste) and walked into the town of Paracuru.

The town was filled with locals – it was Saturday night – and Eli joined in for a 1 Real (40 cents) ride on the bouncy castle, with some local kids, who seemed very bemused by Eli’s efforts… to speak Portuguese!

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After a bite to eat in one of the local restaurants, we walked back to the Pousada.

Namaste is small and intimate enough, just us and the owners, that we were able to put Eli to bed, and sit nearby at the pool with Ana and Peter, who had kids of their own, and who we got to know and liked over (several) drinks.

It turns out that one of the advantages of staying in Pousadas (Brazilian B&B’s) is that a) you get to know the owners, who all seem to have fascinating stories, and b) they are small and intimate enough that you feel much more relaxed with a small child around.

Here’s a picture of the Pousada by night. The owners built it all themselves.

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Again we found ourselves sad that we were only staying for one night, but we’re covering a lot of ground these 3 days, and tomorrow we have to be in Fortaleza where we have tickets for… the Holland v Mexico game!

Day 17 – Journey from Barreirinhas to Jericoacoara

Been on the road for the last 3 days, in remote areas, staying in different places each night with little or no Internet access. Our next port of call we’re there for 3 days so hopefully I can catch up properly!

Day 17 – Journey from Barreirinhas to Jericoacoara

This was an insane day that started off normally enough. We’d checked our route and had a 6 hour drive to the beach town of Jericoacoara, 240 miles away. We left after breakfast so felt we were in good shape to get to ‘Jeri’ by late afternoon.

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The first sign that things would not go to plan (and unfortunately I’ve no pictures) was when the road outside of Barreirinhas heading south suddenly turned into sand. We got about 100 yards before deciding something was amiss and reversed gingerly up the road.

Back in Barreirinhas we had great difficulty figuring out what was up. Almost nobody speaks English in this part of Brazil so we went to the tourist office. Nobody at the tourist office spoke English either. I managed to explain eventually that we were trying to get to Jericoacoara in a ‘normal’ car and to cut a long story short discovered that it was impossible to get there directly without a 4×4. The first maybe 30km or so of the route is deep sand, even though the maps and Google suggest otherwise. The alternative was a 600-700km(?) round trip, back the way we had come to Sao Luis and then deep inland. We’d never get there in one day.

Refusing to accept this and after seeking alternative opinions, we were taken by a very helpful local to someone who spoke English (who came with us in our car) and this person telephoned another knowledgable local, who suggested there was a ‘clay road’ shortcut, which involved driving ‘two sides of a triangle’ to get to a point just south of Paulino Neves, about 30km away. It was not on the maps and we’d need a guide on a motorbike to get us there. Everyone was incredibly helpful and friendly, and we found a willing recruit immediately.

We set off after our motorbike guide on the clay road…

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The road was incredibly rough and bumpy, and sandy in places. The undercarriage of the car was hitting the ground, a lot, and our guide kept speeding off into the distance out of sight. It was not exactly relaxing from a driving perspective, although some of the remote places we were passing through were fascinating.water-peopledonkeys swamp

We had no idea how long this track was, a key bit of info we’d failed to find out. After 30km or so of fairly high stress driving, we reached our first village and a small stretch of laid road. Our guide had stopped and we thought we’d made it, but what we didn’t know was we had another 70km to go. It was about when this photo was taken that we learned this!

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Some parts of the road were fun and we were able to put our foot down (in light sand)…

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But most of it was nervy, slow going, including some not exactly safe looking bridges

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And eventually, our fear materialized as we got stuck in the sand

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We dug out the car and carried on, and eventually after 4 hours and 100km of sandy track made it to the main road just south of Paulino Neves. Tarmacadam never looked so good.

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After a brief stop in Tutóia, a run-of-the-mill town to get cash, we were finally making good progress again towards Jericoacoara.

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Jeri (as its known) is an unbelievable beachside fishing village surrounded by dunes in a national park. You can’t really get to it in a normal car (although there is a route at low tide). We were arriving late at night, so dumped our car in the nearby ‘mainland’ village of Jijoca. They have a pretty efficient operation where there is secure parking and guys waiting in pick up trucks to drive you across the dunes.

We dumped all our belongings into the back of the pick up and headed through Jijoca towards the dunes

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The route across the dunes to Jeri was incredible and very rough in places. It was dark but we were able to make out moonlit dunes and looking up saw more stars than we’d seen in our lives. No pictures obviously (too dark) but eventually, about 10.30pm, made it to Jeri, 12 hours after we’d set off from Barreirinhas.arriving-jeri

The night in Jeri was amazing (Jeri is one utterly incredible place – a bit like Burning Man on the beach), but unfortunately I’ll have to write that up later. We have another long drive ahead of us today (to Pipa from Beribe) and we’re not 100% sure the whole road is good!

Stay tuned!