Camamu, Brazil – Aug 21, 2006
Leaving Morro de Sao Paolo with some regret, we head south along the Brazilian coast a mere 40 miles arriving at Camamu in short order. The village is located up a wide river surrounded by sand bars and breaking surf, making the entry an attention getting experience. All along its seaward coast are miles of white sand beaches covered over in coconut palms. Substantial homes dot the shoreline as well as the simple houses of local fishermen. It is at one of these that I choose to eat lunch. I am the only guest amid a family of several little kids, a dog, and a loud parrot. The fishermen here, at least some, ply their trade in dugout canoes, made from a single tree and exactly resembling the craft used by native Indians a thousand years ago. Several of these, upturned on land, lie in the yard where my lunch is served.