Sleep. Chill. Eat. Repeat. It's all about chilling and relaxing in sleepy, sandy, dreamy Jericoacoara. And kite surfing, if you wish. After a while, I figured it's ok to do absolutely nothing (active) for a little while and surrendered to easy, lovely life in Jeri with watching the daily sunset as the main activity.
Jericoacoara, a sleepy little town, only to be reached by a 45 minute ride by buggy or beach truck, through the surrounding dunes, lakes and oases with palm trees and fresh water inside. Horses, cows, but mainly donkeys seem to love to hang out at this surreal looking area.
The streets all consist of soft, white sand and I tried to go Hiawatha and live without shoes again, but apart from the risk to take on some bug that gets under your skin and starts traveling there, my feet proved not to be made for shoeless adventures - again. 20 km dune and beach walks to see magical fluorescent orange sea horses will only be done again on proper footwear. I guess once corrected flat feet don't allow to go back natural after a certain time, so don't try this at home, fellow former flat footed boys and girls!
Rumba to Europe
T here's no way I could have had a more relaxed ending to this chapter of Brazil before hopping over to Cartagena (Colombia) to get on board of the cruiser towards Europe. Cartagena has changed quite a bit since I was here 8,5 years ago, but she certainly hasn't lost her beauty. Tourism helps the economy and the Cartageneras, so no reason to complain about it feeling a bit less adventurous and 'unexplored' then before. Go Colombia!
Also, I was mainly busy spending time catching up with some of my favourite boat friends anyway, as a warmin up for the following 13 magical days on the Atlantic, making sure we drank enough Baileys, gin-tonics and Cava to make up for our unlimited drinks package.
At arrival in Portugal, we 'fell with our nose in the butter', as we would say in Holanda: June is party month in Lisbon, so Latin life seems to continue by people eating, drinking and dancing in the streets... So transitioning from Latin life to European summer has never been easier :)
Jericoacoara, a sleepy little town, only to be reached by a 45 minute ride by buggy or beach truck, through the surrounding dunes, lakes and oases with palm trees and fresh water inside. Horses, cows, but mainly donkeys seem to love to hang out at this surreal looking area.
A few artisanal artists sell their crafts to the wealthier South American visitors and some backpackers that come to Jeri to enjoy the silence for a bit. Not a lot of massive partying going on here, or at least not in low season, when I've only seen capoeira and soccer at sunset, forró and reggae nights with cocktail bars and bonfires under the stars.
Rumba to Europe
T here's no way I could have had a more relaxed ending to this chapter of Brazil before hopping over to Cartagena (Colombia) to get on board of the cruiser towards Europe. Cartagena has changed quite a bit since I was here 8,5 years ago, but she certainly hasn't lost her beauty. Tourism helps the economy and the Cartageneras, so no reason to complain about it feeling a bit less adventurous and 'unexplored' then before. Go Colombia!
Also, I was mainly busy spending time catching up with some of my favourite boat friends anyway, as a warmin up for the following 13 magical days on the Atlantic, making sure we drank enough Baileys, gin-tonics and Cava to make up for our unlimited drinks package.
At arrival in Portugal, we 'fell with our nose in the butter', as we would say in Holanda: June is party month in Lisbon, so Latin life seems to continue by people eating, drinking and dancing in the streets... So transitioning from Latin life to European summer has never been easier :)
