Better late than never
-Day 7- Through it’s cobble stones and cobalt walls, Paraty is a beautiful village to meander through - but during the soaring day time temperatures it feels like a ghost town. So luckily by morning my tummy had put itself back together enough for us to go out on a Schooner boat trip for the day to explore a few of the 55 islands and 100 beaches skirting the coastline, reachable only by...
A Paraty to Paradise?
-Day 6- Our 3 days in the lush and relaxing paradise of Ilha Grande have flown by and it feels a real shame to leave our island home at the at the Portal dos Bolbas. We are promised great things though of Paraty, our next destination. The tramp back to the jetty loaded up like Ninja Turtles with our backpacks is eased by seeing other holidayers dragging hefty roller cases over the undulating sand...
Day of "rest"
-Day 5- After yesterdays ‘excursion’ (or exertion!) our third day on Ilha Grande felt like it ought to be a day of rest! And so we rested. We flip flopped our way to a cute little beach called Praia Preta just East of the village. As usual we were the palest people on the sand… surely my tan should be developing by day 5, but alas, my factor 50 seems to be taking care of that...
The Pleasure/Pain Theory
-Day 4- “Without darkness, there is no light” read the exquisite calligraphy tattooed across the tanned chest of the Finnish guy on our boat, as we departed the island paradise of Ilha Grande. This reminded me of my own pleasure/pain theory – admittedly not an original one, but which again rang true for the highlight of the trip so far; our trek to Lopez Mendes beach. Mark and Sebastian, Cass’...
This is not a gap yar, darling.
-Day 3- You see, there’s a small part of me that feels like I may have missed the rite of passage portion of my angsty, chain toting gothic teen years - all because I didn’t take a gap year to go traveling. This afternoon, on a rustic white wooden sail boat bound for Ilha Grande from Agra, we lounged around with about twenty other optimistic (& slightly sunburned) travelers. As...
Não há vagas (No room at the inn)
-Day 2- Those of you who know Cass and I will understand we like a plan. Being the ‘reliable couple’, as we have been referred, you’ll probably be surprised to hear we only booked accommodation for Rio, and left our other destination hotel beds “flexible”. What we hadn’t accounted for was the festival of Saint Sebastian. Like a great British bank holiday...
Piece of cake, or two
-Day 1- Our first day began with cake. For breakfast. There was chocolate bundt cake, coconut cake (very moist!), syrupy caramel flan, ectoplasmic custard cake… any cake you can think of, I think we’ve seen it here, and probably tasted it too (I keep trying to convince Ian it’s one of the many ways we can ‘immerse ourselves’ in the Brazillian culture, but he’s not...
From Beanies to Bikinis
We were lucky. London’s shift into winter only hit us in the final week, making an escape into Brazil’s glorious golden sunshine even sweeter. Crisp blue skies and dry frosty air saved us from the capital’s usual grey dankness, which seeps into your bones and reddens a dripping nose. Having packed everything we own including our winter clothes - with our combined OCD exactitude...
Cass and Ian are embarking on an adventure!
Skirting the Brazilian and Uruguayan Atlantic coast from Rio de Janeiro to Buenos Aires, before crossing the Pampas to Chile’s Pacific. We then skip over to explore New Zealand’s northern reaches, before making Sydney, the epitome of beach life, our new home. We can’t wait to share our passion for simple pleasures in beautiful locations.
Poring over Maps →
So here is a Google map itinerary of where Cass and Ian are heading on their adventure. If you have any pointers for destinations along our route through Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina, Chile, New Zealand and finally Australia, let us know!