One of the main roads in Morro
The second day in Morro, we settled into the island vibe and learned it
was much better to go barefoot when the only way to get around was by
walking on the beach or sandy paths. One of my roommates and I were up
relatively early (for an island where people go to bed at sunrise) and
decided to walk back up to the First Beach. We skipped breakfast at the
pousada and went to Oh La La Creperia, a restaurant recommended by some
prior volunteers. Once again, we were early for a meal- we showed up a
little before 10am. The sign said they opened at 10 but they told us to
go away and come back in half an hour. The crepes were delicious. After
we ate, we kept walking through town and explored the side streets. It
gave us an interesting glimpse at how the locals lived.
Romy and I on the beach
The island had
kind of a Maui-ish vibe to it-- touristy, but not too touristy with a
slow and relaxed lifestyle.
some window shopping, we headed back to the second beach and lounged on
chairs under the umbrellas and read books. Just like many beaches in
Brazil, as soon as you sit down, you will be approached by vendors
selling all different types of things: sunscreen, sarongs, henna
tattoos, hairbraiding, hot cheese, sodas, jewelery, cocktails, etc.
Even with several trips to Mexico and Ghana, I still had a major
aversion to vendors. It was in Brazil that I finally succumbed to them.
I bought a necklace made with Amazonian beads and ordered a really good
sandwich and a coconut with a straw. We took the requisite pictures
that you take when you drink coconut water on a tropical island.
so relaxing and to relax more, my roommate headed off to do a yoga
class that was being offered at place next to our hotel. She said it
was the best yoga class she'd ever taken.
That night we went for
dinner much later at an Italian restaurant on the first beach. After
dinner and before the Second Beach party, I hung out on the First
Beach. There was jam session on the side of the main sandy path. A
group of people were singing, playing guitars, congas and other
instruments. There was a woman selling snacks and when she wasn't
helping a customer, she picked up a shaker and joined in the jam
session. A crowd gathered around to watch and dance. It was really a
beautiful moment. Everyone was so friendly and I met people from around
Hot cheese! It seems to be a favorite snack choice for Bahians
There were Brazilians from all over the country, a New
Zealander, and some Europeans. All of a sudden, it started pouring.
Everyone sought shelter underneath the roof of an open air restaurant
nearby. After the rain cleared, I made my way back to the second beach
and met up with some other volunteers at a club called 87. They played
mostly techno with a few Top 40 hits here and there. Not my favorite,
but it was a lot of fun. We stayed up all night Morro style and watched
the sun rise. We had breakfast on the beach and I was surprised to see
the number of people of all ages doing the same thing. I have no idea
what time it was when we finally went to bed.
After a brief
sleep, we woke up to the sound of rain. We decided that we might as
well head back to Salvador and get on an earlier ferry.
Steps from the first beach to the second beach
Once again, we
were some of the last people on the catamaran. There were a bunch of
seats available in front and very few in the middle rows. We sat in the
front because we wanted to be able to spread out. An employee looked at
us with wide eyes and told us we shouldn't sit there because it was
going to be really bumpy. I had felt fine on the way over and had never
been sea sick in my life so I told her I'd be okay. She gave us a look
that said "suit yourself" and walked away. From the beginning, the ride
was a lot more bumpy than on the way over. It was fine for awhile. Then
huge waves started splashing into the front of the cabin. We weren't
even on the deck but were getting completely soaked. After about 20
minutes or so it became really nauseating.
That's when I fully
understood the purpose of the plastic bags tied to each seat.
Thankfully, because we were on an earlier ride, it wasn't too crowded
and we were able to lay across the seats to decrease the nausea. Plenty
of people used the barf bags and the employee who warned us kept coming
around to pass out more. I kept trying to sit up because it's really
uncomfortable to lay across plastic seats, but everytime I did I felt
even worse. It was a terrible two hours and when we finally arrived
back in Salvador, everyone clapped and cheered when they stepped back
on land. We all turned back to take pictures and get one last look at
the "ferry of death". I'd love to go back to Morro, and if I do, I am
definitely bringing dramamine!