The last bits of summer and Carnival energy are slowly fading away in Salvador.
I found the way out of Itacaré easily enough—a 5.5-hour bus ride to Bom Despacho, on Itacaré Island, then the ferry to Salvador.
I stepped off the boat into a new world where the “taxis” were a bunch of guys with old-fashioned wheelbarrows.
I started stepping into places—and it felt like a Narnia moment, I entered a new world every time.
I got mentally ready for four days of rain and I assured my Brazilian friend that my Airbnb was safe from landslides.