Returning to Paraty was like returning to a well loved holiday spot - welcomed at the Backpackers Hostel with a new group of people, whilst giving the hammocks longing looks - after an interesting 2 hour bus ride through a tropical storm on a leaky bus.
It was the anniversary of the town, or something like that, and with people from the hostel we braved the rain like good old gringos (complete with flip flops and rain mac - Thanks Kate...the pack a mac is a godsend!) and went to a concert in a car park next to the beach. "Dani" - he can only be described as sounding somewhat like Ricky Martin Love Ballads, on bad Karaoke - and accompanied by some very interesting backing films, provided a beautiful soundtrack for possibly the wettest evening out ever. We danced in puddles and got absolutely soaked, singing along (making up the words) whilst others ate meat on a stick.
The next few days were quiet, collecting ourselves for Sao Paulo - the largest city in the Southern Hemisphere. I was sad to be waving goodbye to Paraty, and its weird cobblestones, techno supermarket, hammocks and constant rain! Paraty...you will always be in my heart!
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