Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Siren Call

Our guidebook accurately defines Jericoacoara as "A very lazy place". Jeri is by far the laziest place I have every seen, with the most active residents being the stray donkeys that wander around the beach village. We met a couple of travelers on our bus journey to the nearest town, and shared a buggy ride with them down to the village. Arriving in the heat of the day, we quickly abandoned our plan of wandering around the town to barter on room prices, and decided to get a room for the four of us to break up the costs. Our pousada had a nice family vibe, and a good breakfast, so it was a good choice.

Stores in Jeri open around 10 AM, and then close again from about 12 - 3 for the siesta/lunch time, and then open again from 4 - 12 AM. It takes no time at all to adjust to the schedule as the heat in the afternoon is unbearable. We didn't take the heat seriously enough one day, and all ended up with sunburns - Rich had a minor bout of sunstroke. It's east to fall into the schedule of the other residents: wake up around 9 for breakfast, nap until about midday, get your washing down and rest until the heat subsides, go to the beach for a few hours, then up to the dunes for sunset, home again for showers, dinner around 8 PM, and then to the Caipirinha carts to listen to the night's choice of music.

We stayed for 8 days, but like most people who go to Jeri, it was longer than we expected. Some people go for a week and stay for a month. And, by the look of it, some people go for a month and stay forever. If it weren't for the fact that we were on a deadline to make it to Salvador for carnival, I'm not sure we would have ever left.

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