The sky was clouded over, but our hopes were high for a boat trip around the islands off paraty. The weather held as we negotiated a price with an amiable local chap and set off on his green and yellow painted boat (use some artistic license on the one above).
Feeling like the jet set with our own privately chartered cruiser, (well a wooden vessel with a noisy motor), we headed around the coast stopping at coves and jumping overboard to swim.
The thick jungle which heads right down to the beach side gives a really tropical sense to the place, even when it started raining and the sky clouded over.
But the sun returned again as we pulled up at a small remote restaurant and ate like kings, watching a turtle play at the piers edge.
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