We jumped on the bus late to get back to rio, arriving at the bus terminal at midnight.We had decided to try out a motel in brazil, (to save the details - do a google search on motels in Brazil and you´ll get where i´m coming from...) Just let it be said.. a little seedy, but funny to boot.
Early the next morning we got a cab to the airport and after a bit of waiting flew off to salvador in the north.
Our destination was Morro De Sau Paulo at the tip of an island 100ks from Salvador. Originally set up as a fortification post to defend Portuguese interests Morro is now a haven for partying in the sun, by the sea.
We decided to arrive in true jet style with a air taxi, which cut the journey time for 3 hours to 20 minutes. After paying a quite reasonable fare we realised that it was just the two of us... a private charter none the less!
Sitting in the front seat grinning like a cheshire cat, the engine spluttered to the life and the smell reminded me of sitting in my old Triumph Spitfire. The captain was decked out in all the right gab even if his plane was a little behind the times. He kicked up the throttle and we picked up speed and skitted off the runway. It was totally exilerating... I´ve been desperate for some time to get the view out of the front of a plane... in fact I think i´m might be growing up into someone who will want to learn to fly... and here i was flight controls before me. I felt like being a kid in a sweet shop.
20 minutes later and the island appeared below us as we approached a dusty small stretch of runway which ended in the sea. If the take off was exciting, the landing was a joy, as your palms got sweaty with the idea that youy could go bouncing off into the sea, but no - 10 points to the pilot for his landing skills. We taxied up, opened the door to let a breeze into the airless cabin and stepped out to a cattle shed for a terminal...
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