Olinda
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I spent four great days in Olinda – a colonial town with brightly painted houses, creamy baroque churches, hot cobbles, and best of all one where people’s living rooms moved onto the pavement as the sun went down. The town was having a collective siesta , the week after Carnival, so it was a great place for reading, wandering and pondering.
I met a lovely bloke called Antonio (see story below) who I met up with on two nights for chats and drinks to discuss literature, poetry and the joys of travelling. On my last day, we spent a great day gradually making our way up the coast along deserted beaches, hitching lifts on speedboats, and stopping off at beach bars. Pictures are up on the gallery. Click on the photo above. |
