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 one! Ian on the other hand is already sporting white bits where the sun don’t shine, and is very smug about it too. Losing myself in a good book is one of holiday’s most guilty pleasures, because I often don’t have the time back home. Ian and I are both keen readers & easily polish off a novel in a week (currently I’m reading The Help, Ian: The Kite Runner). However until today, we have not seen a single soul reading a book ANYWHERE?! I’m thinking they must be concentrating on their tan instead! In the midday heat we went for a stroll in the shade to see some of the island’s history.
Though there’s little trace of it now, Ilha Grande used to be a leper colony, then a prison for Brazil’s most dangerous criminals, and at one point in time was even a quarantine stopover for diseased European immigrants. Luckily things have changed since those days! The food here is delicious, fresh fish is plentiful… but other food does seem to get a bit samey after a bit. A chicken & cheese sandwich for lunch today was a welcome treat after five days of ham & cheese baguettes ‘stealthily acquired’ from our inclusive breakfast spread ;P
This evening we watched the fish being brought in by the fishermen & then ate them fresh from a beach BBQ at ‘Cafe do Mar’. Washed down with Caipahrinias under a twinkling starry sky… this is such a magical place- I don’t want to leave tomorrow!
- By Cass