Bahram's World Tour 2006
From Rio, I moved onto Paraty and what a beautiful little town it was. Quiet, on the coast, lovely beach and small, so you can really get to know the locals. The place I stayed at was more a villa than a hostel, surrounded by beautiful palm trees, a lovely swimming pool and nature, iguanas and lizards would pass by your feet by the pool, harmless but a little scary at the same time. On my first day there I took a day long boat ride around the islands of Paraty. There are 60 islands off the coast, most of which are inhabited; those that are have a very small population. Visiting 5 of the islands was nice, but was under the impression I would be taken around the islands, instead the boat stopped a couple hundred meters from the beach and we would jump in the sea and just swim around, take in the surroundings. It was still amazing though, the views, meeting the Brazilians and the food. Eating traditional Brazilian fish, cooked in this amazing sauce for lunch, it was divine and well earned after such a long hard day of chilling on the boat and swimming in the sea. The following day I decided to take a bike ride to see a waterfall in Paraty. It was up a mountain and I was told that it should take me half an hour to get there from my villa. What they failed to tell me was that it would take THEM half an hour to get there, as Brazilians are ultra fit and I am not. It took me an hour and a half; luckily I met a Brazilian couple along the way who were also walking with their bicycles up the mountain, so I can't be that unfit. The heat, coupled with the hills was making life tough and we thought we would never get to the waterfalls, but we eventually did and it was well worth it. Taking a dip for an hour or two was worth the time and effort. The cycle ride back down was fun and took half the time, as my brakes didn't work; I resorted to using my feet as breaks, Fred Flintstone style. On a few occasions I thought I was going to die, traveling at about 30mph down the mountain, turning blind corners hoping a car wasn't going to come in the opposite direction, but those Fred Flintstone feet did the job. In the afternoon, I decided that I deserved a rest from my adventure cycle ride, and so headed to Trindade beach. Lovely white sand and great waves. I cought a few rays before heading back and packing to leave for the Iguazu falls in the morning.