More hidden Salvador delights

- FOOD: Good hot rolls on the plane to Campo Grande, new restaurant discovery buffet style like in Rio (I´d missed it)

- AREA: Learnt a new Brazilian dance (although it was the same as salsa as far as I was concerned), HI hostel in the area where big bass bands play with 3 tier bunks that are VERY high

- PEOPLE: Many who wanted to show us how to dance

- WEATHER: Rain, sun, rain, sun, rain, rain


Thur 5th May: Salvador didn´t seem as scary as it had done before. I think because we knew what to expect and because there were 2 of us.
We had a drink in a street I´d wanted to sit in before when I´d been on my own and then went to the area near our hostel with a courtyard that various restaurants backed into, a stage and a big tent. A live band were playing and the place filled up quickly. It was a great atmosphere and lots of locals were there dancing to 'frevo' (I think that´s what the music was - a kind of slow samba). So many people tried to make us dance so I gave in and gave it a go. People seemed to be leaving (my dancing?!) so we found out that there was another frevo party 5 mins away that was even better.
We went along with our frevo teachers but it was so crowded you could hardly move. It was a good night but another late one.

Fri 6th: Laura left very early (another sad goodbye) and I had a day of frustrating admin. The flight to Campo Grande took forever to book and I can´t go until tomorrow which is annoying as I didn´t want to spend another night in Salvador on my own.

The post office was VERY expensive and then I moved hostels in the rain. I didn´t get hassled nearly so much though and the streets were quieter. Just the odd half hearted "ola amiga" but that was it. The hostel I´d moved to had 3 tier bunks which was a bit overpowering but only 3 of us in the room.

I went to dinner with a Chilean woman who works for the tourist industry in Chile so might be able to help me out over there. She was lovely but very laid back and I was starving. After ages trying to find a restaurant with her being fussy and me losing patience, we found one which was very posh and expensive but managed to pay less by not staying for the 'show'. She didn´t even eat! The food was a buffet style like the places in Rio so I was happy.

That night I used another item from my rucksack for the first time - earplugs. The hostel seemed to be in the middle of 3 bars competing with each other for who could have the loudest music and biggest bass.


Sat 7th: Felt proud of myself for getting a bus to the airport rather than a taxi and then had a 6 hour flight to Campo Grande.
The flight went along practically the whole east coast of Brazil so the view of the beaches was amazing.
I had to change at Sao Paulo which is a very modern and clean airport with a million loos and phones but NO WATER. At least on my 2 flights I was given water and hot ham and cheese rolls.

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