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Of my “Paraty” for being your!

Last update the Domingo, 01 of November of 2009 16:56 Written by Guillem Ruscalleda Monday, 09 of February of 2009 21:15

Halfway between Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro is the colorful one (to what it gives to rage this word) town of Paraty. With his colonial architecture and its location privileged in a sprinkled bay of tens of small islands, it attracts the tourism like bees the honey. Its people because the fishing and of the tranquility lives on the tourism, that it provides to be in a place so tuna, because indeed, the stamp of the place is precious and more if a fisherman boat is taken and its profile is contemplated from the bay.

In the bus-station, nothing else to arrive (we came from Sao Paulo), we were with Rémi, a French traveller that we knew in the cold Patagónia and with whom we shared night of refuge in the national Park Towers of the Paine and night of celebration of Native aim of trek in Port… the situation promised…

One of the paved streets

Vista of one of its churches under a threatening sky, gentility of Ana.

Reading the guide against another one of the churches

After a stroll by the paved streets of the town, to admire its churches and to taste a cervecita in one of its beaches, we estimated some fishermen and we ended up acquiring the reasonable amount of an average kg and of shrimps and prawns for 4 people. Later, we bought something for a salad, the usual beers, “limâos” and a bottle of Cachaça, the clean hands good and to the attack!

Charles and I verifying the quality, gave an accelerated course him…

The cooking celebration went a success, we returned to our dear Chile in which every night empestabamos the kitchen of the inns that we were colonizing with our bags full of seafood. Dinner extended by more than three hours and under the overwhelmed glance of other guests who cooked a little grazes with prepared sauce we tasted with pleasing all the prawns, cooked “on credit” and of very different ways, until some they had the pleasure of being flambeadas, but with Cachaça!

On the following day we decided to separate from the tourist Paraty and to retire to one of the many beaches of the Bay that only colonize fishing. With a relaxed boat and after two hour and a half of and pretty passage we arrived at the Pouça de Cajaíba, a trozito of paradise where we found lodging good cheap tuna and encountered again the happy family who already had known in aim of year, Regina with her Nico pair and its Sofia children and Teo besides a new acquisition that we baptized like the Premium…

Arrival to the Pouça de Cajaíba

Put of Charles in the beach

What we did? To take the sun, to bathe to us, to visit the beach of “alongside”, Martin de precious Sà with and exhausting excursion through the humid Atlantic Bush (with unexpected encounter with serpent including), populated solely by surfistas in the camping the unique existing infrastructure. You imagine the atmosphere no? Tents, surfistas, barbecues, guitarreo, balls of soccer to give some I touch, girls who play better than Ronaldinha i that has a comparable figure… only young and little stress.

First and exhausting activity in Pouça gives Cajaíba

Now yes with the happy family, sweated at the top of repecho towards Martin de Sa

Put in the river.

Dinner, a little requeimados

Also we had dinner with the family of Regina, prepared dinner together and in its house of the hill, without light, only with candles and the sound of some sambas or pop music Brazilian, guitarreo and relax in the hammocks, more caipirinhas and returned to the bed that on the following day waited for a hard day of trip.

Teo touching one sambinha… we finished all dancing!

Put of Ana in Martin de Sa

In the morning we were hoping that some fisherman wanted to take to us of return to Paraty at reasonable cost, we found Pedro, adonis of the island that left us in Paraty under a deluge and we arrived at the bus-station where embaracamos for Rio de Janeiro but that… already it is another history!