3 hours south of rio is the colonial town of paraty, founded as a stopover from the Minas Gervas goldfields in the 19th century. A beautiful seafront perched at the front of mountains tumbling down into the ocean... and here we were covering ourselves in green gunk in the sea. We´d seen the locals taking handfuls of the stuff from the sea floor... and after some hypothesising we reckoned that it was dead mulch from the abundant greenery around.
Anyways feeling cleansed and glowing we hired a kayak for a tour round the bay and then headed off into the cobbled street and painted houses for dinner
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