So we arrived to Salvador at midnight, collected Aline, the lost German girl at the airport and got a place to sleep at the house of Julius, an emblematic figure of the local couchsurfing community.
The very next day we headed early to visit a nearby island called Morro de Sao Paulo. There are two ways to get there: the long and cheap, and the short. We decided to take the long way and to return on the short one. The long way takes up to 9 hours: bus, ferry, another bus, another ferry. Nevertheless finally we arrived, and took refuge in a nice hostel. The beach was nice and the waters were warm and clean. The locals offered a variety of fruit juices mixed with cachaca during the night.
We spent a great evening here with Aline and some Italian friends, and next day we were ready to return on the rapid boat. The rapid service takes only 2-3 hours, and we have been warned that it is not for the faint-hearted. When you embark on a boat that has a little plastic bag attached to all seats, you should start to be suspicious. We managed quite well, but during the trip three people were vomiting around me, sometimes solitary, sometimes in chorus. To ease their pain there was an endless samba performance displayed on TV.
Arriving back to Salvador, we headed for the great fiesta of Tuesday nights: after church, a huge number of people gather in the city center to listen to live music and enjoy a couple of drinks. It tells everything, that the police officers walk around here with bulletproof vests and a loaded gun in one hand. It was here where Paul was pocket searched by a local guy and later found out that some bills were missing from another pocket.
Next day we visited the elevator, the golden church, which of course has a saint of Santa Isabela da Hungria:), and Barra beach. According to the legend Salvador has 365 churches, and apart from the classic ones, there are plenty of modern churches. Some of them are huge and highlighted during the night like a casino in Vegas. Apparently in Brazil churches have such tax advantages, that even cats and dogs are opening churches and creating imaginative religions:)
In the evening had a few Skols, the local specialty, acarajé, and met some great people on the local couchsurfing meeting.
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