Hey everyone...its noon on a rainy Saturday here in
Sao Paulo - what better time to post an update? This is a long one - I apologize right now for that! I got back to
Sao Paulo last night after an adventurous trip to
Ilhabela, Brazil. If you picture Brazil,
Sao Paulo is in the Southeast corner. If you go 3 hours straight East (including a 30-minute ferry ride), you get to
Ilhabela, a 20-sq-mile island of which 85% is designated as a National Park.
The trip started off just fine, with a 9am bus which was very comfy. The views when we got to the coast were jaw dropping. So was the driving. You come over the crest in the coastal mountains and all of a sudden you can see for miles. Bright blue ocean, huge green mountains - it was amazing. The bus driver, clearly determined to make good time, flew around extremely windy mountain roads at breakneck speed. I had to hang on just to stay in my seat. When I arrived on the island, I had an idea of where I wanted to stay and what I wanted to do. Luckily, though I still stopped into the Tourist Center at the ferry landing. The hotel I wanted was booked, as were most on the island, for a wind sports festival this weekend. However, they were able to find hotel for me, as long as I promised to be out early on Friday, which was my plan. She showed me to the bus (more to come on the
buses!) and I was on my way. Based on my guidebook, I had planned on hiking to the hotel, and I'm very glad I didn't. It was much farther than it looked and included lots of hills. The bus, although very bumpy, suited me perfectly. Well, I got to the end of the bus line and....no hotel. After wandering a bit, I had to ask for help. A nice Brazilian kid walked me to the hotel, about 200m farther than the bus stop.
I immediately threw on my swimming suit and headed to the beach. All of the beaches were fairly separated, and the
buses only ran once per hour, so I was fairly limited as to where I could go. I grabbed a seat at a beach bar, a beer, and was all set. The Brazilians were shocked and awed by the whiteness of my skin, but once the laughing stopped, it was all good. On my way home that evening, I stopped at the restaurant at which the kid who helped me worked. I had them recommend a seafood dinner for me. It came out as a big mix of some kind of fish, seafood and veggies wrapped and deep-fried. It was okay - very salty, though. After dinner I learned that Wednesdays on the island aren't very busy, so I crashed at my hotel that night.
The next morning, I hiked to BL3, a wind sports outfit about 2km south of my hotel. Wanting to blend in with the locals, I wore my new flip-flops...and broke them in....and killed my feet. 45 minutes after I got to BL3, they opened, and quickly informed me that their other location (there's another location?!?!?) was the one that taught
kitesurfing. So I went to the bus stop to wait....then decided I would hike for a while....then watched as the bus drove past me as I was in between stops. Did I mention that the
buses run once per hour? Ugh. So I hiked some more, all the way back to my hotel. An hour later, I caught the northbound bus, all the way to the end of the line, without seeing BL3. Excellent. I asked the driver if he knew where it was and he said he would point it out on the way back. So we're driving...driving....right past BL3, and he points it out at the next stop. So after hiking some more, I finally arrive at BL3 only to find out the kite-surfing teacher was not in on Thursday (immediately into my head popped that old
commercial, "phone first!"). So that took 15 minutes to figure out, and then I got to wait for the bus again....are you sensing a trend??? When I got back to my hotel, I took a nap - I'd had enough.
Thursday afternoon, post-nap, I went to find something to eat, do a little shopping, and wander around town. Its a pretty cute town - very much like Door County. That night I had a great pizza at a restaurant on the pier. I got to watch HUGE tankers coming in an out of port, the fisherman
catching and selling fresh fish right there, and honeymooners wandering around. The first night, I watched as one couple wandered up to my restaurant 3 different times. The first time, the husband was engaged, checking out the menu, trying to decide. The second time it took some coaxing, but he looked again. The third time, he just had this look like "just pick a
fricking restaurant." It was great to watch.
The next day, I jumped on what I thought was the bus to head north to BL3, except that it turned around and headed south. Fed up with the
buses, I rode it until the end, where I knew there would be taxis waiting. I finally arrived at BL3 and headed out to the ocean with Renato, my teacher, and
Hafa, his right-hand man. Renato has spent the last 5 years travelling the world surfing....Australia, Bali, New Zealand, Hawaii. That sounds like a pretty good life. For those of you not familiar with kite surfing, you have a
harness strapped around your waist, with loops under your legs. You lock yourself into this huge kite (probably the scariest part, if you think about it). Then you throw on a
wakeboard and let the kite pull you. There's not much arm strength required because you're attached to that hitch. The problem is you need to independently control a
wakeboard (this I can kind of handle) and a huge kite (a challenge). We started off learning how to control the kite....I think I would have had fun just doing this. If you catch enough wind, it will pull you clear out of the water...but of course you land in water again, so it was a ton of fun. After learning those basics, we threw on the board. I was able to briefly get going once, but after I a couple hours I had to quit. On one hand, I had a ferry and a bus to catch. On the other, I couldn't drink any more salt water. It was an absolute blast, and I can't wait to try it again!
Now I'm back in
Sao Paulo. I suppose I should be studying and/or getting ready for classes on Monday. I've posted a handful of pictures below.....a beautiful island, just as the name implies. I hope everyone is doing well. Take care. -Kevin


