It had been a strange day altogether. Suddenly, it got very hot in Santo, temperature reached 42⁰C.
French woman in English Canada.
Looking for comrades to start a revolution.
In the meantime, I write stories, explore cultures and travel. You know, the usual.
It had been a strange day altogether. Suddenly, it got very hot in Santo, temperature reached 42⁰C.
It was hard to find relevant info about Santos, so I wrote my own little travel guide while walking on the beach.
I found my spot in Santos just outside of Santos—Praia das Pitangueiras, in Guarujá.
I checked my watch. The boat was leaving in five minutes. Should I take the pirate cruise?
Santos made its wealth from coffee, exported from the port. The museum is housed in the old Bolsa Oficial de Café, the Coffee Stock Exchange, which was one of the world’s main centres for coffee...
seaport in Latin America is a popular weekend getaway for Paulistas—it would be mine too.
Nothing made sense. I had travelled from north to south but “south” was colder than “north,” which goes against logic (i.e. Northern hemisphere logic…). It felt like winter in Brazil. And was I still...
The first time I walk by a "padaria" in Brazil, I couldn’t figure out how I was supposed to step inside.
E“bloco de rua” (neighbourhood gathering) has a theme and this one was the “Palhaços do Rio Vermelho,” the “clowns of Rio Vermelho.”
Since being stuck on a boat (or on a bus) for a day-long tour is my idea of hell, I decided to pick an island in the Todos os Santos Bay and explore it alone.
The "Pelô” isn’t “just” an empty shell for tourists, it’s packed with people who are the heart and soul of Salvador.
The neighbourhood of Barra smells of brine, salt, seaweed, dendê and beer.
After Pernambuco, Alagoas and Sergipe, here is Bahia and Salvador, the state capital. The name probably rings a bell—this big state is the birthplace of samba, capoeira, the epicentre of Afro...
This is how you buy a bus ticket in Brazil. This is also how you end up in a middle-of-nowhere surprise pit stop.
I had a plan for my Sunday in Aracaju, the same plan most Brazilians on the coast have every weekend—the beach. But first, I had to find it. Usually, there’s a tiny strip of sand and half of Brazil...
Rural Brazil meets Pigalle and hopes for tourists... Aracaju is a weird place.
I’ll survive. But the house is weird. I haven’t seen my Airbnb contact yet, I have no idea who is living here and I feel I’m intruding. Plus bugs.
Majoring in agriculture is becoming more and more prestigious, and Canadian educational institutions have a lot to offer when it comes to choosing a college or university. Having graduated from one...
I double-checked date and time on my bus ticket, put it in my passport, set up my alarm clock and found out where the nearest ponto de táxi was.
Maceió was on my way and Google promised me nice beaches, so I left Recife and a five-hour bus ride later, I arrived in the state of Alagoas’ capital city.
Tourists love OLinda because it’s artsy and peaceful compared to Recife, locals respect it because the little town hosts a great street party for Carnival.
“So, what are you doing in Recife?”
“I… mostly sweat. Like, all the time."
The Recife adventure didn’t really start in Recife but in Boa Viagem.
Lessons of the day—Recife is huge, Recife is green, and few people get the chance to live in a modern apartment tower.
