Canoa Quebrada, Day 27

Left Fortaleza in a predictably rough state this morning. The girls took the bags and the bus and we hopped in the car with Rafa and Alex, who're hopefully going to come along with us for a while. Can't help but think that we got a much better deal there. The drive wasn't too long and woke me up a bit so by the time we got to a forgiving, cool, tranquil Canoa Quebrada everyone had perked up a lot.

This is another small beachy place, like Jeri, with pure and endless sandy resplendence, on the edge of which lies an equally touristy and sedate village. (Insert another drawing by Renaud, this time embellished by Alex's arty contribution).

Once we had collected the girls from the bus and joined the whole group together (quite a struggle when there are eight of us dotted around) we went on the hunt for a meal. This resort seems more family filled than by travellers, especially compared to Jeri. Circled the main streets before we settled at a pretty little pizzaria. The food was amazing, and we ended up sitting in their open garden area and listening to music for a few hours. We decided to sleep on the beach again, its safe and free, but wandered around having a few drinks first. Found a place that did caipirinhas for R$1, just over 30p.

The group we're in at the moment has a really nice blend of different characters, and the general ambience between everyone also helps. The Spanish girls are funny and bubbly, always giggling at something or other. Alex and Raphael are equally sparky, I guess we've been really lucky to end up spending all of the last few weeks with such accommodating and lively people. We eventually wound our way down to the beach and set up a couple of tents, which nobody used. Managed to get a decent fire going as well. The sky wasn't clear like in Jeri, but it was a much more comfortable and sheltered spot. Canoa Quebrada is a great place, a stunning place in fact, but I think we're off again tomorrow. We've got a lot of miles to make up.