Amigos, the whim of the weather has prevented us to walk with the whales of Abrolhos, we have seen them only in the distance, some blows and others disputed to the big south swell, brown boobies taking the oportunity of the crossing to rest a little, and, then, in the state of Bahia, the magic of the mangrove, the dugouts, the saguis, small acrobats and inquisitives monkeys… Here all is going on the water, from the scolar transportation to those of mules, fishing is going by sail, the last saveiros are still sailing, without engine, pushed by breezes and currents. Discoveries : Cairu and the marvels of the old jesuit convent, the red ibis growing like popies in Maragojipe, Valença, bustling city emerging from the mangrove. The likeness with Africa is striking, even the portugues forts are here! Water surround us, its a tracery of rios, sand banks bristling by fish traps, and everywhere the same warmth, the same kindness. It’s a pity we can’t stay longer….
