Paraty - weekend in paradise

We arrive at Paraty's bus terminal with the promise of finding paradise, a bit like the new evangelists walking for the first time into a church trying to find god and redemption. Michel (a french sailor) was there to great us. French? Yes, sounds odd but he like many others (running away from old and depressed Europe) chooses this place as his last stop before eternity. We were about to start our 3day weekend aboard of Horizonte Azul, an old ship where hot water is inexistent and blankets smell like they had been pulled out of donkeys ass. This however was probably the closest experience to luxury boating we have ever done and we didn't regret it one bit. Paraty has been able to keep the beauty of its streets and relaxed atmosphere, life music seemed to be present in bars and restaurants so much that sometimes you couldn't tell who was singing (either the cheesecake in your bar or julio iglesias in the one next door). There is also the improvised samba on Saturdays where anyone can take part. Given that our dancing skills are as good as a drunken turtle we were trusted a couple of percussion eggs we had to use for background rithm. This was perfect for Arne who could play while looking at those Brazilian arses shaking in all directions (hubbahubba whoot whoot!!!) (I just pretended I didn't see it). The best by far was sailing off and getting to know areas accessed only by boat whilst being totally spoiled with yummy breakfasts on the deck. Arne thinks this is boring but he fairly enjoyed every single bit of it!