The first part of Rio passed smoothly. Our journey to Paraty is not exactly as smooth.
Firstly, we had to gather people from the hotels for about 2 hours. Secondly, Rio managed to confuse the sense of direction of a whole van of people and the driver took us in the opposite direction. After the fourth hour in the van even the views of lush green meadows and even lusher jungle couldn’t make up for the turns on the road, the sudden brakes at traffic cameras, the potholes and the lurches.
|The park in front of our hostel|
We stopped in a village on the coast and the driver said “ok, this is it”. How come this is it? The village obviously wasn’t Paraty.
We exchanged glances, apparently we had to change vehicles. After 20 minutes of loading luggage like Tetris and several apologies later, we were ready to continue on with another van. What are we even complaining about, we even managed to visit the restroom. This time our driver spoke…
…English and his positive attitude managed to compensate for the close quarters of luggage and people in the narrow van. We were all laughing like crazy but how would we rate this travel company?
Our other option was to travel by public transport to the bus station and then get a bus. The prices of both options were equal but we decided it was better to get picked up from the hostel instead of dragging ourselves along with the backpacks through the twists and turns of the public transport. We lost time at the very beginning drifting around Copacabana and Ipanema, let’s see if we will get directly transported to our hostel in Paraty. By the way, it is pronounced Parachy, stress on the “y” and a very soft “ch” (like in don’t cha).
|A little to the side of the park|
Taking into consideration the whole situation, my muse came around unbidden. I am forced to hold in one hand the iPad so it doesn’t fly off and I’m about to start writing about Rio when we stop… it is not our final destination, who knows why we stopped this time. Fingers crossed we won’t play Tetris with suitcases and backpacks again.
No matter what we went through on the road, we are in Paraty now. The town captures the eye with its colonial architecture and cobblestone alleys, which won’t let you fall asleep while walking.
The charm is helped by the harbor, the river in the old part of town and the beaches, even though they aren’t the prettiest in Brazil. The town is said to be safe. Even during the night you can walk wherever you please. We didn’t see shady types on the streets. A break from always being alert in Rio would be welcome.
There are 65 little islands around Paraty. There is no way you can see them all in a day or two, but at least you can get a general impression. For a good price we booked a 5-hour tour of the islands with one Uruguayan. We are going to stop to marvel at the beauty along the way. This type of water entertainment was the cheapest compared to at least other 5 countries where we did a similar tour. We’ll let the photos and videos speak for themselves…
And the guitarist will sing…
This article was brought to you in English by Marta Petrova.
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