Welcome to our travel blog. We are Tabitha and Nic. In 2011 we 'retired' in our early 40s and set off to travel the world. We spent our first year in South America and have been lucky enough to make two trips to Antarctica.
Our blog is a record of our travels, thoughts and experiences. It is not a guide book, but we do include some tips and information, so we hope that you may find it useful if you are planning to visit somewhere we have been. Or you may just find it interesting as a bit of armchair travel.
Monday, June 11, 2012
The long road to Paraty
We left Paranagua at nine in the evening for an hour and a half hop back to Curitiba, where we hung around the bus station for an hour or so before getting our overnight bus to Sao Paulo, where we had to change in order to get to our next destination, Paraty. On the bus we discovered that unlike in Argentina and Chile, the buses have a break every few hours, and you can get off for about twenty minutes and buy snacks etc. This seems rather a waste of time and is positively annoying when the stop is at three am, just as you are finally managing to drop off to sleep. We arrived at about six fifteen in the morning, but unfortunately we had to wait six hours for the next available bus to Paraty. Having got our rucksacks, and had little sleep, we really couldn't be bothered to make our way into town for a flying visit, so we did a bit of Internet cafe stuff, checking on our hostel issues in Paraty, and generally dossed around and time wasted for the rest. The next leg of the journey was quite pretty at times, as it wound around hillsides and looked down on white sandy beaches and blue seas, but it was also a very bumpy journey. What with the bumpy road and the fast cornering where a few times we were grateful to have the armrests to stop us sliding off the seats, any thought of catching up on sleep, or typing up a blog on the iPad, quickly went out of the window. We got to Paraty at about seven in the evening and after struggling for a while with road names that were different on the signs to those that we had written down, we found our Pousada, or guesthouse.