Leaving Itacaré wasn’t easy, but it was time to go.
I’m a woman of my word, and when people asked when I’d leave, I said one of two things: “When my sunblock runs out”, or “The next time it rains”. Both ended up being true.
Itacaré still felt like it was calling to me in the pouring rain this morning, but I boarded my bus anyway, happy with the promise of another pousada waiting for me down the road in Lençóis.
R$40 a night in Lençóis got me a private room with a bathroom and mini fridge. Plus, any good pousada comes with a small balcony with a view, clean hammock and complimentary home cooked breakfast, right? I booked a shared room, but I guess this will suffice.
Fun and games to boot, my first bus left late, meaning I had to catch the later bus to here. This is a hiking community, so everyone was asleep by the time I got in at midnight, and there want anyone to meet me at the bus terminal. So, I began doing what any smart traveler would do in the pouring rain. Start wandering around looking for a place to stay. I remembered a gazebo from a few weeks ago if none of the hostels could take me, plus I slept some on the bus…
As my luck tends to have it, 4 men with machine guns (military or civil cops) showed up and offered me a ride. Wedged in the backseat with my backpack on my lap and their guns on theirs, we casually chatted about the rainy season and why traveling is necessary. They also woke up the owner of my hostel to let me in 🙂
I got here safely, and am back in the interior of Brazil for a few weeks until we head to the coast then home in June. Time is flying! I love Brazil, Portuguese, and beaches. I just can’t get enough.
Now, for some proper sleep… in my own room! What a treat!
This is my preferred bus sleeping position. I had the bus to myself for the first hour of travel today. There's about twice as much foot room as a coach passenger as there is on the average plane. Yet another win.
Bus to myself, pinkies up!
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