I've been back about two weeks now and I'm having severe beach withdrawals!
It's not just the sun, sand and sea, it's the whole atmosphere and the rituals that go with beach life that I love. Drinking ice cold beer at 9am, - who doesn't love that, if they're honest - eating deliciously fresh seafood (we're stuck inland so can only get frozen) and just generally hanging out as if there isn't anything else more important to do in the whole world.
The other side of beach life I love, in Brazil that is, is the exhausting amount of wares that are endlessly paraded up and down the beach by vendors. I mean, never have I seen anything like it. You can buy usual things like beer, ice cream and sarongs but how about grilled cheese, chains, rugs or maybe a chess table?
Whilst I was on the wonderful island of Floripa, at Praia das Ingleses, (yes that does mean Beach of the English or English Beach, something to do with a sunken ship) I managed to catalogue as many of the vendors as was humanly possible.
Buying some Milho Verde (Corn on the Cob)
Grilling my cheese in the sea
My grilled cheese with oregano
Rugs, mats or hammocks?
Bracelets and anklets Beach bling!
Um, Bolivian? rugs Me getting a henna tattoo
My tattoo which I managed to smear off about 30 minutes later and had to get redone on the other shoulder. We got chatting to the guy who had travelled down by bus from Bahia (for those who don't know this would be like coming from Iceland to England) to work on the beaches from Rio downwards.
Can't believe I nearly left out the chess table!
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