September 30, 2013
My watch ended at 6am and I woke John. It was his turn, but instead of going to bed, I decided to stay up and keep him company. We made coffee and did a watch together. I am very happy we like to spend time together. Being confined together in a small cabin for 15 days can be a good thing, but I can see how it can be a bit tight if you are not used to it.
We had a long sailing day ahead of us again. Estimated arrival at Vila de Abraao in Ilha Grande was around 6pm.
|One of dozens...|
The weather got better as the day went by. I finished my 620 page novel.
|Reading in bunk...|
|Reading on deck... pardon my black and blue marks!|
|Ready to go ashore!|
We boarded Fiona’s dinghy wearing our life jackets -- just in case -- revved up the old Seagull, and took off to the beach! Half-way there we ran out of gas. Luckily, we had oars with us. John quickly rowed us to the shore.
Vila de Abraao is a very small village reachable only by boat. It’s a one mile long strip of beach surrounded by mountains and thick forests. We beached the dinghy on the left side of the town. Since it was low tide, we dragged it up onto the beach as far as we could, and started walking towards the center.
|Anchored off Vila de Abraao|
The candle-lit tables were laid out on the beach. The restaurant's "walls" were colorful beach umbrellas laid on their sides, lit by candles. A quietly-singing musician played Bossa Nova on his guitar. The mood created was very beachy and very, very romantic. We ordered caipirinhas, and shrimp served on a sizzling cast-iron platter, accompanied by a simple salad with tomatoes, lettuce, mangos and radishes. Very tropical and delicious and expensive.
Afterwards, we set out to explore the rest of the small village, but our adventure was cut short when the Captain decided “it is late and we have to leave tomorrow morning because we must get to Santos”. Needless to say I was very disappointed. I had just started to enjoy walking in and out of little touristy shops... Oh well, the captain is the captain.
We rowed back to Fiona. The waters were sooooo still, not even a ripple. It was difficult to sleep on the boat without the usual rocking motion. So odd to be still...
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