South America’s oldest lighthouse within the walls of Bahia’s oldest fort is Barra's landmark.
South America’s oldest lighthouse within the walls of Bahia’s oldest fort is Barra's landmark.
This is when I started to feel the pulse of Salvador—and suddenly, the city took my breath away.
As usual, I’m scared, packing takes forever, it seems that the laundry will never be dry and will I find a taxi or a ride in the morning?
Here is what I found or what ended up on my plate lately.
Welcome to Aracaju, the capital state of Sergipe, a city 70% sand, 25% crab, 5% cockroach and 100% Nordeste culture.
It's not *just* a bus ride between cities, it's an entire process.
So, what the hell did I do in Maceió this week?
Occasionally setting up my alarm at 6 a.m. to go to the beach is a masochistic move I had to get used to in Brazil.
Not to self, forget about next-door conveniences for a little while.
We spent our last full day together exploring Batman's Alley and the neighbourhoods around.
We needed the six- or seven-hour bus trip and a day off to recover from Carnival.
The vibe in Centro is “you really shouldn’t be there”—except during Carnival.
I can’t remember what it’s like to wear normal clothes and glitter is my new nightmare.
We got up, put on our freshly washed Carnival clothes, applied glitter, and went out to party.
If my husband is going to wear a polka-dot skirt, I'm going full Carnival mode as well.
This isn’t just a colourful show. It’s the life and livelihood of thousands of people.
One of the great thing about Carnival is that normal rules don’t really apply.
These are the last two quiet days in Rio de Janeiro before Carnival.
The adventure to the iconic Pão de Açúcar started with the crossing of the tunnel of death.
Centro is gritty, messy, old, occasionally unsafe and surprisingly colourful.
We headed to Barra da Tijuca for our first bloco, the Banda da Barra.
