The sun was shy during my stay in Paraty. One moment it would come out, round and inviting, turning the waves blue and the sand yellow. Just as your skin would warm, it would retreat, the ocean turning a black snarling thing again, the sand gritty and brown. Still I liked this place a lot, liked its charm and its maze of cobbled roads. I found a group of backpackers I had met in Rio and we sat on the beach come rain or shine. We drank sweating cans of beer and threw our barbecue scraps to the stray dogs who’d scratch and whine, driven crazy by the wafts of meat.
Ilha Grande, Brazil I’d replay the evening if I could. It was one of those muggy nights in South America, when the stars hung low and the moon cast its magic across…
Heading to Brazil? (Please note: this post was written in November 2012. I am constantly updating and editing it as I hear of changes or new information – if you go through…