There's a sense of adventure when you find yourself alone in a foreign airport. It's a pit of the stomach feeling that things are about to get interesting...
So the first trial - get a bus cause you can't afford taxis anymore. Sit half an hour in the sunshine with no sign of any public transport. See a taxi driver bartering with some new arrivals, seize the opportunity, and a shared carriage to the Pelorinho awaits via the port.
There's also a certain quietness to being alone on your travels. You listen more and keep your eyes open wider, so i got a bit more of a sense of the portuguese being spoken between driver and passengers about polotics, bahia and music.
Taking a long tour around the bay gave a chance for me to get a different perspective on Salvador, although the long stretches ofbeach are overun by dual carriageways and badly constructed hotels. The city's position is fantastic, but its expansion from the beautiful historic centre seems slapdash and polluted; but perhaps i'm being unfair as it is very hard to live up to the expectations placed by a city like Rio.
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