04/04/2012 by Carl Reynolds
Another day in paradise. Getting acclimatised just as I’m about to leave. One of the simple delights of the beach are the food vendors. My favourite is the Globo cassava starch ring, a deep fried carbo delight. You can also get Kobe, with the requisite garlic or chilli sauce and empadas; a little representation of which Nando keeps around his neck at all times. Our hosts on Ipanema were the smallholder Samuel at his Barraca do Bangu, an obscure football team. He’ll set you up a sunshade and seats and ply you with beers and soft drinks to your heart’s or belly’s content. And when you settle up at the end, you realise what a bargain you’ve had. He looks after you bag while you swim round the headland, bodysurf or meander along the coast behind the surfer’s line, and greet you each day with “Como vai?”.
Then to Marcia’s, a friend of Nando’s, for a cold shower and a dog show; before heading off for an abortive attempt to buy sangu – local swim wear that’s slightly bigger than budgie’s. We then accidentally met Benny for a huge 96 piece sushi barge before returning to Nando’s mountain retreat and a visit to a retired Brazilian ambassador, who had a very noisy collection of hammer frogs.