Monday, December 24, 2012

Around Town

Having woken up alive the next morning, we reached the consensus that we needed a day of rest and relaxation after our grueling adventures of the previous days.  The Mayans heh.....what the hell did they know, apart from ripping out peoples' hearts while they were still alive.

So, towards midday we took a lazy stroll down Forro street, one of the busiest of the 5 main boulevards in Jericoacoara.


 We squeezed our way past the heavy traffic of donkeys and sand buggies,



 past the quaint pausadas (guest houses)



and approximately 5 minutes later, give or take 4 minutes, we arrived at that magical place were dirt meets water; the sacred sun temple; The beach!


 There we pursued various activities which mainly involved exercising our neck and jaw muscles:

A sip of coconut water,


A little of the moist flesh,


an important decision or two about what to order next.



A little deep-fried mangioca perhaps?


Once the rush hour had passed, I took a stroll around town to show you all a little of Jeri.

Up San Francisco street,



past "Her House,"


and on to the town square,


where i found our donkey's that went missing before our first excursion.  Oh look someone's thirsty!


Then back to the beach,


For a quick game of footy.



Jericoacoara is one of the only locations on earth from which both sunrise and sunset can be observed, owing to the dramatically curving shape of its shoreline.  As dusk approached we prepared to do what many a Jericoacoaran would do on a daily basis throughout the summer months.  Make the steady pilgrimage up the large sand dune overlooking the town, to watch the sun disappearing into the ocean.

We stretched out our flaccid bodies and slowly dragged ourselves along the beach and up the wind-swept sand dune.



We admired the view of the town behind us,


Before cooling-off with the ever-present cold caiparinha, of course,


and watching the main event.


Oh, and if you thought it didn't get any better than this, we surfed back down to sea level,


to witness a masterclass of Capoeira as the darkness engulfed us.



In Jericoacoara, it seems that the less you do the more you experience.

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