I have spent yet another weekend on the road. This time, I went with some friends to island of Morro do Sao Paulo. Morro, for short, is a Caribbean -esque tropical island off the coast of Brazil with lush green trees covering the hills and long white sand beaches. We had to hop a couple of buses and ferries for a few hours to get their but it was all worth it. We stayed in a cheap but nice hostel and
ate some meals that were a definite highlight of the trip. Some friends got there the day before, and some guy just asked them if they were looking for a cheap place to eat and they followed him because a majority of the restaurants there are way overpriced from all of the tourist attention. This guy led them, who later led me, down an rather shady seeming alley(on the right) into what turned out to be his house. Instead of a living room, he just had tables set up and served people plates of food for only $5 reais! Most importantly, the food was SO good. I thought I would be burnt out on rice, beans, and chicken but this was by far the best I’ve had since I’ve been here (granted I’ve only really had my host moms and my neighbors, but still, it was good). It was a huge plate too, I was so happy to be full of good food for so cheap in such a nice beach town. It can’t get much better.
ate some meals that were a definite highlight of the trip. Some friends got there the day before, and some guy just asked them if they were looking for a cheap place to eat and they followed him because a majority of the restaurants there are way overpriced from all of the tourist attention. This guy led them, who later led me, down an rather shady seeming alley(on the right) into what turned out to be his house. Instead of a living room, he just had tables set up and served people plates of food for only $5 reais! Most importantly, the food was SO good. I thought I would be burnt out on rice, beans, and chicken but this was by far the best I’ve had since I’ve been here (granted I’ve only really had my host moms and my neighbors, but still, it was good). It was a huge plate too, I was so happy to be full of good food for so cheap in such a nice beach town. It can’t get much better.As for non-food descriptions, there is only one little town on the island around the ferry dock where the hostels and restaurants are. There are no cars or paved roads. Morro is a famous get away for many Brazilians, other South Americans and Eur
opeans too but it was off season so it wasn’t too crowded. Besides, all you had to do was go down the coast a little and you would become secluded without too far of a walk. While I was there, my friends and I just posted around the beach and did some exploring around the island too. One of the coolest parts was hiking to a beach composed entirely of mud. It was crazy at first because when you get there, you just see cliffs that look like solid rock, but when you stick your hand on them they easily disintegrate into m
ud. Within minutes we were busting out face paintings which progressed to full body paint followed by the inventible mud hair gel. It was really fun messing around and trying to run up the mud cliffs before the bottom would leave you sliding down. We also found giant wooden sticks that led to pole vault competitions, Indian battles and well any fight in general you could imagine with mud, big poles, and a beach (feel free to ignore how homoerotic this trip sounds in writing). The mud washed off really easy in the ocean, and (surprisingly) out of my hair, and left our skin and hair so soft. What you know about exfoliating in the tropics son!?? Nothing, get off me.
opeans too but it was off season so it wasn’t too crowded. Besides, all you had to do was go down the coast a little and you would become secluded without too far of a walk. While I was there, my friends and I just posted around the beach and did some exploring around the island too. One of the coolest parts was hiking to a beach composed entirely of mud. It was crazy at first because when you get there, you just see cliffs that look like solid rock, but when you stick your hand on them they easily disintegrate into m
ud. Within minutes we were busting out face paintings which progressed to full body paint followed by the inventible mud hair gel. It was really fun messing around and trying to run up the mud cliffs before the bottom would leave you sliding down. We also found giant wooden sticks that led to pole vault competitions, Indian battles and well any fight in general you could imagine with mud, big poles, and a beach (feel free to ignore how homoerotic this trip sounds in writing). The mud washed off really easy in the ocean, and (surprisingly) out of my hair, and left our skin and hair so soft. What you know about exfoliating in the tropics son!?? Nothing, get off me. After hanging around the beach more, we climb
ed up to the top of one of the highest hills on the island and I saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen (on the right). The sun seemed to beam across the whole ocean. Once the sun was down, we went to a rave in this outdoor club stuck up in the jungle. After we got out, my friend and I decided to stay up a little while longer for sunrise. We hiked down to the beach and by the time our pastels were ready the sun was starting to brim through palms on the ocean. Pastels, by the way, are a delicious Brazilian type of hot pocket with an awesome crust and whatever filling you want. I went with cheese, tomatoes, and oregano (at least I think thats what it was) for the sunrise; it was a powerful combination. Pastels in hand, we climbed out to the rocks along a small island of palms and watched a sunrise that matched t
he overwhelming sunset (on the left). It was really magnificent, for lack of a less pompous sounding word. After that, we crashed for a few hours then got up in time to catch some breakfast and get an early boat out because we had a Portuguese test the next day and the ferries are few and far in between on Sundays. The results of the test don't call for an as cheery blog post, but I still wouldn’t take back the trip though…it was a wild adventura (that’s this word Brazilians use for an exciting, bold or very unusual experience…its hard to capture in English).
ed up to the top of one of the highest hills on the island and I saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen (on the right). The sun seemed to beam across the whole ocean. Once the sun was down, we went to a rave in this outdoor club stuck up in the jungle. After we got out, my friend and I decided to stay up a little while longer for sunrise. We hiked down to the beach and by the time our pastels were ready the sun was starting to brim through palms on the ocean. Pastels, by the way, are a delicious Brazilian type of hot pocket with an awesome crust and whatever filling you want. I went with cheese, tomatoes, and oregano (at least I think thats what it was) for the sunrise; it was a powerful combination. Pastels in hand, we climbed out to the rocks along a small island of palms and watched a sunrise that matched t
he overwhelming sunset (on the left). It was really magnificent, for lack of a less pompous sounding word. After that, we crashed for a few hours then got up in time to catch some breakfast and get an early boat out because we had a Portuguese test the next day and the ferries are few and far in between on Sundays. The results of the test don't call for an as cheery blog post, but I still wouldn’t take back the trip though…it was a wild adventura (that’s this word Brazilians use for an exciting, bold or very unusual experience…its hard to capture in English). 
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