Water life in Brazil
The pace of life onboard Marcy has slowed to a tropical pace as we explore Brazil's Ilha Grande area. Our first stop at Ilha Grande was the town of Abraao. Touristy ($$$!) but excellent pastries.
When it rains, we read, cook, eat, do chores. On nice days, we walk through the jungle, which is crisscrossed by trails. Some of the island dogs have a cheerful habit of accompanying walkers for a while. When we walked over the ridge to visit the opposite side of the island we met a friendly terrier. She was glad to investigate any hole in the sand for us.
The beach was wide and beautiful. Brazil truly has the most wonderful beaches we've ever seen.
On another hike, at a small fishing village, a different little dog showed us a couple of abandoned boatbuilding projects. The jungle is claiming the framework of a big schooner.
Ginger waited while Peter climbed through the frames. Remembering stories of recent snake sightings Ginger decided she could see well enough from the beach.
We rested later with our friend, sitting on a schooner mast.
We had a lunch at the beach front restaurant, as children played at the water's edge.
Ginger asks, “Que es mejor? What do you recommend?” (It never works!)
When a tourist schooner rounded the point and headed for the dock, we were glad to have already eaten.
The fishermen repair their nets in the sun.
The boatyard repairs their boats in the sun.
There is a wide variety of fishing boat types. Some have a pretty fantail stern
The boats are interesting and diverse. No two are alike.
From the outlying villages, school kids go to school by boat.
Back on the trail, we passed little houses nestled in the trees.
Anywhere there are Brazilians, there is football.
This open air kitchen shows the owner is a practical person. If the electric appliance doesn't work anymore, build a fire on top!
We are aware that our time in this lush land is running out. Our visas will expire in a couple of weeks, and we must head south into winter. So we're enjoying the flowers while we can.