Thursday, October 2, 2008

Day 8 Becoming a local.


We were woken bright and early as per usual by our enthusiastic tour guide Carlos. Today we were going to tour the town of Paraty and sample what makes the town a popular destination for tourists.

The first destination was Trinidad beach. To Mikes surprise this wasn’t in Africa. We were back trekking again to find our destination. It was a short trek compared to Ilhe Grande. This journey brought us to the Pools. An aerial shot of this would make it look like a swimming pool hence the name. It’s surrounded by huge boulders. We enjoyed some time on the rocks while the sun was out. We headed back after a quick scare.

Our Gap adventure is called “In search of Iguassu”. Iguassu is a waterfall shared between Brazil and Argentina. Carlos decided that a little sampler waterfall was necessary so we visited Paraty’s equivalent to Iguassu. Initially it didn’t seem as impressive as we imagined, but we were expecting a large waterfall. It had an element of charm though added with a really cool Indiana Jones like bridge. Gary and another guy from the group jumped from a height of 33 feet into the cold water. Andy’s jump was graceful and skilful were as Gary’s jump could only be described as disastrous. Some of the Group closed their eyes as they taught he was a goner. Next up was Paraty’s answer to a waterslide. It was a large rock which the water flowed down. Each year surfing championship takes place on it. Being the guinea pigs, of course we had to go down the slide. It was great fun and Ponky (Carlos’s dog) ensured we stayed safe.

Outside of the waterfalls was a distillery. We all headed in to see how the sugarcane creates alcohol. Of course being Irish we had to sample the alcohol. Many flavours were available such as pineapple, strawberry, blueberry etc. It was nice to see how it was made. We headed back to the Hotel to get ready for another crazy GAP tour night out.

We were told that we were going to a BBQ in Paraty. We had assumed it was just the cheap option and going to be basic. However that assumption was quickly quashed when we were greeted off the street by the son of the family who would be our hosts. He walked us into the house and told us to make ourselves at home. We all wandered around the house exploring what a Paraty house had to offer. We then sat down to eat in a lovely Brazilian dining room. We dug into the fine cuisine which the family kept bringing to us. Once again Caiprinhas were on offer. We taught it would be rude to refuse more than 5 or 6 anyway!. The family showed us how they were made. They contain a lot of sugar which is why they are so sweet. We listened to the Beatles before decided to have an anthem contest. Aussie, USA, English and Brazilian anthems were sung before the Irish one blew them all away. We thanked the family and headed out to a local club.

The dance style was similar to the Favela Funk Party which gave us an advantage on some of the tour. We danced with the group and met some cool locals with dreadlocks. We left the club blocking out the fact we had an excess amount of travelling ahead of us. It was Paraty town by name but Party town by nature.
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