It’s just one of those days.
If there are any other bloggers on Boipeba right now, my guess is that they’ll be doing the same thing that I’m doing; hiding from the rain and updating their blogs.
It’s tropical here. I don’t know what other word to use to give a sense of the place. Everywhere around me are plants, trees, bushes, animals. Life. I tasted it this morning in my breakfast – a good part of which was literally picked straight from the surroundings; bananas, coconuts, limes, melons, guava, jaca fruits. A feast that makes it easy to understand why the locals here don’t care much for working. Much less for cultivating any kind of farming.
Boipeba is worth knowing about. A tiny car-free island in Bahia, Brazil surrounded my mangroves and ocean and with only relatively few tourists even though it isn’t too far from Salvador. The beaches here are nice they say. I have to wait a bit to find out because a price you pay for being in a tropical place in Brazil at this time of year is that it can get wet. Very very wet. And it’s wet wet wet right now.
So, I’ll get back to playing the guitar and hanging out in the bar. On days like this you stay indoors.
Looks beautiful, though it is wet. :)