A church of churches

I had another simple breakfast from the hostel. They serve such a basic breakfast that I get hungry faster than I would if I did not have anything at all. But I eat the food none the less. Bread with butter and honey. Banana in a bowl of cereal. Too much coffee. Josh needed to get some head way on his thesis that he has meaning to get to. I decided to walk aimlessly through Paraty. I winded around till I found the center. I sat on a bench next to the river that leads out to the bay which then leads out to the ocean. It is the kind of bay where pirates would hide. Steep islands pop out of the water, like snouts of Suessian beasts. I actually saw a ship off in the distance that looked like a pirate ship. It slowly angled off and sailed away. Walked around the old town after writing things and watching the water.

When I got back to the hostel Josh and I took off for the town of Trinidade, said like Trin-e-da-ge. But before we split, there was laundry to drop off at the laundry mat near the bus station. We arrived to Trinidade nearly an hour later, and it started to sprinkle, so we ducked into a restaurant for a meal. Beers and gammon. We sat right on the road, where dogs and people some how circled around and around like they were walking a marathon loop of the town. A cat befriended us during our meal because she knew I am a sucker for them feline kind. This cat was blue eyed and had a crossed pair of them. Too fucking cute! She loved fish bones. She ate the spine in under 30 seconds. We had a great fish and shrimp dish, accompanied by the black beans and rice, salad, and powdered mandioca. Not sick of it yet. It does the job.

By the time we were on the road to the beach, the rain was done. We made our way down a narrow alley leading to the ocean. The beach here at Trinidade was the most beautiful beach I have ever seen in my life! Most Beautiful Beach! Seriously. There are huge boulders that are scattered along the water front. Some are large enough to jump to the top, and others are as large as a house. We found a cave and sat there for a smoke. We played more gammon.

The rocks called to us, so we went searching for more places to climb and perch upon. This place is one of the worlds True playgrounds. A church of churches! There was a man fishing on a large rock that kept kissing the waves. He walked up and down the beach, just in front of us all day. There was a rock close by the fisherman where we sat and watched the waves smash against other house sized rocks in the surf. Sometimes the waves would completely cover the rock houses, and the bubbles would stream down in impermanent trickles of eternity. It was breathtaking. We continued on, following in the fisherman's foot steps.

There was a rock hill that lead to a cliff face and we gave it our best, but there came a point where we could not go any farther. The waves were entrancing. We sat close together in conversation, and then we wandered apart in silent meditation. Eventually the two of us found one another and headed back down to the beach. We found another cave and another smoke. The beach is good for it. There is something about the humidity on the ocean that pacifies me. Waiting for the sun to set, the night snuck up on us and the moon was above us. This was a kind of beach where I wouldn't think to be nervous after sun set.

Coming upon the towns corner market, I had water and Josh a juice. We walked down the main road just to look while we waited for the bus. The bus came, and for some reason we both decided that we could find another bus stop down the road. Once realizing this was not the best idea, we headed back into the light of town. The bus picked us up and it sped down the jungle's crazy roller coaster roads and around curve ball corners. It was quite fun!

After hanging with Leo and Lolo, the couple that owns the hostel, we went out for sandwiches. There was a little stand out on the main road that was up and at it, so we ate there. We both got burgers and sat in plastic chairs on the side of the road watching people walk and ride by on their bikes. We had a caporinha each, and the dude cooking made them lip stretching strong. More bite than I was used to, and not enough sugar, but certainly worth the price. Making our way back, I ducked into an internet cafe which was actually some couples garage converted into the neighborhood hang out/computer repair shop/internet spot. Their little daughter was skipping around in her pajamas acting like a tropical bird. No one seemed to notice. There were two young boys playing Grand Theft Auto next to me. An old man had made a place for himself on one of the two sofas that made a 90 degree angle towards the wide screen t.v. This was the place to be if you just needed to get away from it all.

I stayed there getting my Skype on till they closed, and then I was off to sleep.