What a drive, yesterday, to get here!! The windingest, steepest road, almost 90km’s, I think we have experienced in our whole journey. I’m picking we must have crested 2000m before the steep descent?
Poor Jen, barely coherent, but hanging on. After showing signs of improving in the morning, her condition deteriorated again by afternoon. We decided to start her on a course of antibiotics just in case it was malaria that was brewing, but thankfully she was not vomiting, which would have been a red flag. Body and joint aches, headaches and high temperature. Maybe the effects of airconditioning? Overnight she perspired heavily and by morning, after a fitful sleep for both of us, she is much improved.
Saturday nights are the worst, in every country and this Saturday night as no exception. This is a holiday and party town. Boy racers doing burn-outs around the town with their hi-fi stereo’s maxing out on base, until mid morning hours!!
Confusion.
While she was showering, I decided to take the Caranex down and pack up. Maybe it was just habit but Jen had decided we should stay another night, as she wanted to get the laundry washed and dried. The campsite, while adequate is quite enclosed with big trees providing shade and a high wall, but also keeping the heat in. I prefer an open sky at night, preferably with no cloud.
So, we’ll need to find another camp tonight but the laundry is now washed and dried and we will have clean, dry bedding again.
Paraty (Parati?)
After having a delightful lunch in a restaurant, I don’t know what it was Logan, but it was very tasty. A mince with herbs wrapped on a pastry outer. Pity about the waitress as she was a sour tart…:)
Leaving the restaurant Jen insisted we visit the old part of the town. Well, I’m very glad we did, ‘cos it’s beautiful. Very old cobblestone streets and Spanish architecture. Warehouses, churches and dwellings. As you can see in the photo below, brightly painted boats take tourist on a cruise to nearby islands
Paraty (or Parati, Portuguese pronunciation: [paɾaˈtʃi]) is a preserved Portuguese colonial (1500–1822) and Brazilian Imperial (1822–1889) municipality with a population of about 43,000.[3] The name “Paraty” originates from the local Guaianá Indians‘ indigenous Tupi language, named for an abundant local fish native to the region. Paraty is located on the Costa Verde (Green Coast), a lush green corridor that runs along the coastline of the state of Rio de Janeiro, in Brazil. Paraty has become a tourist destination, known for its historic town center and the coast and mountains in the region. The historic center of the city, as well as four areas of the Atlantic Forest, were inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage List in 2019 under the title “Paraty and Ilha Grande” Copied and pasted from Wikipedia. Thank you Wikipedia
Tonight’s camp.
Just a couple of hundred meters from the old town center, we are the sole campers in a camp that must have seen serious flooding in the recent rains Kelvin talked about in a comment. They, the owners, initially declined our request to stay, as the ground was still very wet. However, as we are not sleeping in the tent, they softened and allowed us on site. There was a strong onshore breeze which was marvelous, in the 32deg heat.
By around 6pm, looking out across the sea, I told Jen, “we are in for a deluge in about 10min.” before I had completed the sentence, it was on us. The first real rain on the Caranex in recent memory. Modification to the way we pitch it reduced and delayed it’s intrusion, but not completely. February is the wettest month and we are experiencing that with rain now, daily!!
it’s now 9pm and all is calm and quiet, The rain passed but the mozzies stayed!! It’s 27.8deg and 85% humidity. Another muggy night.
Sport.
NZ beat Pakistan Pakistan in Pakistan in a 50 over cricket match.
Rugby.
England beat France, unexpected, and Ireland demolished Scotland. Wales beaten by Italy.
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