My last port was Salvador. It was a sad morning waking up, knowing this was the last morning I would wake up to a new country outside my window. I had butterflies, and was nervous. Before each port they try to engrain it in your head to be safe, wear a money belt and travel in groups. Yet, the advice they gave us before Salvador was more like, don’t bring a back pack, don’t walk here or there alone because you will get stabbed. I was nervous.
The first day we stayed in Salvador. It was the first port I travelled with all my best friends. We walked through the markets, took the elevator to the upper city, which is literally an elevator between the lower half of Salvador and the upper half. Walking between the two is a death sentence. There were police officers and army men guarding the streets so we wouldn’t mistakenly walk down the wrong roads.
It is the rainy season in Brazil right now, March and April are notorious for torrential down pours which we got caught in way too many times. We found a little restaurant where we used broken Spanish to communicate with a man who only spoke Portuguese. Trying to tell him half of us were vegetarian was a challenge.
Once the rain began to lighten up, we ventured out to one of the beaches. We sat under an orange umbrella, on orange chairs drinking the national beer of Brazil and we each got Henna. It was a mix between a sun with a yin yang in the middle, a sea horse and I got a pair of feathers. We watched the rain cycle through a few more times, before the skies began to clear and two rainbows made themselves present on the ocean. It was beautiful!
That night we put on our samba shoes, and went out dancing! We ate Mexican food at Tijuana and then went dancing at Tambien. He scene was a little interesting… so me and a friend, Dani decided to relocate. We walked over to another club, What’s Up? Where we met some guys outside while the bouncers were beating up some drunk guy. It was crazy! The bouncers had the guy in a headlock while another one was throwing punches. Dani and I met some guys outside who spoke a little bit of English and began translating for us. The guy wanted to leave but the bouncers wouldn’t let him, until the guy yelled that his father was a judge. Apparently that is the best profession in Brazil, and the guy was let go.
Walking in, the two guys we met outside decided to teach us how to samba, and actually dance brazillian, because we were B-A-D at it! They were both originally from Rio De Janiero and came to Salvador for a break from work. Dani and I spent the whole night dancing away with Brazillians. We made it back to the ship around 4 am.