beach bound

and so I leave the city.  like a real life independent trepid traveller, I head not for the taxi rank, as I might at home... but for the elusive bus stop. 

I wait for one of my travel companions to meet me at the end of my road.  as ever my gallant chaperone is late.  when I see him, I am jealous of his teeny overnight bag.  he after all is returning to salvador after our jaunt, but I plan to continue my adventures directly.

in my pretty white skirt, flip flops, vest and statement earrings, I am back packing personified.  but the sixth months worth of clothes are already wearing me down just five minutes down the road.  these trolley dollies are hard work to pull along.

unashamedly I allow a man to lift my slightly oversized wheelie onto the air conditioned bus, through the awkward turnstyle and all.

so we are on our way to Itacimirim, what will become my first paradise beach of the trip.