A world apart
And off went the speedo yet again...but wait there is some hope I thought as a lifeguard strolled over to my new Italian friend. The lifeguard explained as I had many times before the unpleasantness of such a sight and in a moment the speedo is back on.
It was only two days before that I left Belo Horizonte, a large city in the interior of Brazil, to find some sun and sand along the famous beaches of Bahia.
I hopped on the bus with little more than a first destination and enough Portuguese to assure me I was at least headed in the right direction.
I arrived in the small town of Trancoso with only a vague idea of what to do or where to go, but soon found myself caught up in the laid back vibe the town posses.
Traveling alone often leaves some lonely nights and this was no exception. But early the next day it was off to hit the beaches and an attempt to tan this pale skin of mine.
The beaches were those of pirate tales. Dark green water met the coast in both a violent and peaceful way leaving marbled sand walkways between the water and the coconut palms. The beaches were not heavily populated and I found myself wandering on long stretched of beach alone. Though I had often heard this can be dangerous in Brazil I was calmed by the setting.
It was later that evening I hatched a plan to hike for two days over deserted beaches to a town to south known as Caraiva. My accomplice in this task would be a Argentinian I met as he sold Jewelry on a cliff overlooking the ocean. He seemed trustworthy enough and it would be safer than traveling alone.
It was a day before the trip that I ran into the Italian at the hostel. He seemed interested, but I was worried too many people might complicate the journey. But I agreed and so I planned to meet with him and his friend early the next morning to buy supplies and head off down the beach.
The Argentinean was no where in sight, so I guessed it payed off to arrange my travels with the Italians.
And so we trekked down the beach starting out our two day journey of solitude.