We also spent a lot of time climbing rocks—Brazilian-style, so barefoot or in Havaianas—for the best views of the amazing scenery.
In a way, Bombinhas reminds me of Punta Del Diablo in Uruguay—a road leads to the town but it’s remote enough that you just have to disconnect and embrace the quirkiness and slightly rough sides of beach life.
On Santa Catarina Island, we always stay in Florianópolis, i.e. the main city, and every day we drive to a differentbeach. We did the opposite in Bombinhas—we stayed in Canto Grande, the very end of the narrow strip of land between two very different seas, and every night we had to drive to Bombinhas to get groceries.
Ahem, or walk.
Okay, this was a stupid idea.
On the first day, instead of waiting for Feng and Mark who take forever to shower and rinse their swimsuit, I decided to walk from Canto Grande to Bombinhas. Google Maps said it would take me a couple of hours, which was just fine by me—the scenery is gorgeous around here and I still had energy.
However, Google Maps had failed to mention I had to climb a motherfucking hill. I was on the phone with my mum when I started to follow the road at the end of Canto Grande Beach.
“Look, I’m gonna have to call you back,” I admitted ten minutes into the climb. “It’s… brutal.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“Well, it does look like the kind of road pictured in ‘and this is where the missing person was last seen’ but honestly, not really. It’s just a very steep climb. And holy shit, I’m not seeing the end of it.”
I did make it to the other side, thanks for asking. From then on, I took the other road and Feng picked me up on his way.
We also climb the Morro dos Macacos for the best view ever on Canto Grande—you can see the peaceful “Mar de Dentro” on the left and the amazing “Mar de Fora” (outside sea”) with the best waves ever for bodysurfing. Mark isn’t in any of the pictures, he was busy playing football with a bunch of Brazilian and Argentinian kids.