Final full day in Itacare.
Kept seeming to wake up slightly queasy.
Not quite sure why- maybe Bahia water?
I have called this ‘Bahia belly’.
Most of the day was spent at Tiririca- with 3 separate surf sessions and
time on the beach.
The first session was quite fun in small but fairly steep
waves. Didn’t catch a lot at first but
it picked a few waves. A local
photographer caught some shots- which show my lack of style in the water.
The second session was less successful. There was this weird rip running through at
low tide- everything was closing kind of Rio style. After sitting on the beach the rain arrived-
and there was a heavy shower. This was
the point we headed to have lunch (latish) at the bar. We had a fish stew which was pretty nice and
avoided most of the rain.
The wind had got up a bit and the waves were slightly
larger. I paddled out- I think I was the
only non-local. The line-up was really
competitive with Brazilian rippers, which was frustrating. The best wave I had I was dropped in on
although after some shouting the kid pulled out. I think this was the best session of the day-
but the ultra-good crowd slightly curtailed the wave count.
I got back earlier to watch the Chelsea Atletico game which
sadly went the wrong way. This was
followed by a light Tapioca dinner. The
evening was passed at favela bar where the music was good. I had a fair few beers and we chatted with
some English guys at length who were staying in the hostel. All in all a good
night.
The next morning we were due to leave. Originally I had planned to surf but again
Bahia belly ruled that out. After
breakfast we opted for the earlier 11 bus.
It was really smooth journey, the only thing that annoyed me was 3 reals
extra for the board- just the principle.
On the way we passed the same towns, including one which seemed to have
a football match/ festival. The bus was
quite comfortable so no complaints.
On arrival in Bom Despacho we got straight on the ferry
which was handy. However as previously
documented the ferry is grotty, crowded and hard work with luggage (especially
the amount and size we had), so something I’m glad to do one last time
only.
At the other end a taxi whisked us up the cobbled streets of
Salvador.
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