Traveller blog – Where In the World is Dael? Part 7

Dael is a 31 year old Zim/South African guy who has travelled the globe and engaged in many fascinating experiences! Starting off with the London springboard stint, Dael has gone on to indulge in the youthful exuberance of travelling and socialising to the extreme! 1st Contact is keeping in close range of Dael’s whereabouts. He has shared some of his latest adventures in his log below….

Return to Ilha Bela… and working life!

As the sun rose on this blissful new morning, a bus casually pulled into the quiet station of Sao Sabastiao. The weary SuperDael (disguised once again as the adventurous and inconspicuous Island Boy) hopped off and made his way to the ferry which, as luck would have it, was about to leave and waited for him to jump aboard… amazing… the Brazilian people are in no hurry whatsoever… and they are so ridiculously polite and helpful… sometimes to a point of disbelief. I often find myself a little suspicious of this eagerness to help out. Perhaps my insane upbringing in South Africa has made me a little paranoid… or maybe there is a huge conspiracy to lure me into this false sense of comfort before they “get me”… I cannot be completely sure and with my inability to follow conversations around me, I guess I’m just going to have to take this generosity at face value. Anyhow, thus far they have been amazing…

The ferry ride across to Ilha Bela is short… 15-20 minutes… and extremely pleasant. The “ferry” is a large square barge with no real covering that adequately transports a fair number of vehicles as well as people. Pedestrians don’t have to pay… a bit of an added bonus considering Ilha Bela is a vast and beautiful tropical island which consists of an absurd amount of beaches and waterfalls. Most of the island is covered in dense jungle and forms part of a national park, which means that it is a little more costly to take your car across to Ilha Bela but considerably less when you are returning to the mainland. I’m not entirely sure if this logic works the way it is intended. Sometimes I wonder who actually benefits from the additional charge because, clearly, it does not act as a deterrent. Everyone still brings their cars to the island (if they have a car… of course, they might not… I certainly don’t!). I suppose in an ideal world the parrots, sloth’s and other animals would benefit somehow… not entirely sure what they would want with R$17 in exchange for their free air and quiet forest. I imagine that the squirrels negotiated this one. Bloody evil things… one actually tried to pickpocket me the other day. If you gain one thing from my ranting, let it be this: Never trust a squirrel!

The ferry docks at the terminal in Barra Velha. This small village is the transport hub of the island, consisting of the ferry terminal and the main bus station with busses that head either North towards Vila (the touristy part of the island) or South towards Borrifos (more specifically Bairro Sao Pedro). The word “Bairro” means neighbourhood… and like the rest of Brazil, these can also be “Favelas” which means shanty-town (they are all over but apparently more infamous in Rio de Janeiro). The busses are cheap, only costing R$2 to go in either direction… no need for a car or a tray! (Você precisará de uma bandeja!)

Island Boy hopped off the ferry and took the short walk to the bus station to catch his bus to the Pinda Yacht Club (on the North of the island… near Vila) where the yacht “Josephine” has been patiently waiting for him, completely unaware of his recent kidnapping. Told you those Portuguese girls were sneaky… then again, they did wait with him at the bus station in Paraty until 3am once Ludi (my favourite Brazilian) had negotiated his release. The “negotiation” was a cunning one… it involved copious amounts of beer and cachaca (evil stuff but effective… I imagine it’s a bit like drinking paint thinners… I have never actually tasted paint thinners… but in SA it would probably be mistaken for Wit Blitz). He may even have thrown in some wacky but my super brain is missing parts of the previous evening.

I’m actually a little surprised I managed to wake up when the bus arrived in Sao Sabastiao… with the reclining seats (long distance busses here are super cool) and using my new hammock as a blanket (bloody useful things… bought one in Paraty for R$42 (meaning of life and all!)… that much shopping with girls, I was bound to buy something!), I was snug as a bug in a hammock (erm… nope, doesn’t really work anymore!). Imagine I slept through my stop. I’m not certain Andrew or Abbey would have been particularly amused if I suddenly phoned them to tell them I overslept and am now on the outskirts of Eastern Chile (not certain the bus goes that far!). I expect that normally they would have been ok with it but this is the day that Island Boy finally has to begin working for his bread… not too good to be late on your first day… then again “This is Brazil!” (Yup, Leonardo, I coined your catch phrase and altered it by 20% to avoid copyright infringement… so get over it already!) the rest of the article here.

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