The morning (afternoon?) after the big Tuesday night beach rave in Araial d’Ajuda, Peder and I finally made it out of the city in which we’d originally planned to spend a single night.
First it was a bus and ferry ride across a small river to Porto Seguro, the main transportation hub in the area. Then it was fifteen minutes or so of searching for a taxi driver willing to take us to the main bus station by meter. All refused, insisting on a fixed-price for the five minute ride. The price was about as much as it normally costs to drive for thirty. White skin => cash cows. But we bite the bullet once again and pay the obligatory “tourist tax.”
We arrive in good time, stopping for a brief coxinha and Gatorade, my on-the-run emergency meal of choice before boarding the bus to Belo Horizonte.
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