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Four hours' bus and a boat ride south from Salvador'll take you to Barra Grande, an astonishingly beautiful little fishing village at the end of a peninsula. Quite honestly the closest to Heaven-on-earth I've yet seen. The whole village is built on the sand of some of Brazil's most beautiful beaches. Peaceful doesn't even begin to describe it and the people are lovely. It's slowly becoming an upmarket tourist town and now's the perfect time in its development to visit it. Lovely restaurants, hardly any vehicles and a seriously laid-back vibe. So beautifully off the beaten track it was unreal!

So much for detox...

Graham Perkins
2006-08-21 13:02:48

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Four hours' bus and a boat ride south from Salvador'll take you to Barra Grande, an astonishingly beautiful little fishing village at the end of a peninsula. Quite honestly the closest to Heaven-on-earth I've yet seen. The whole village is built on the sand of some of Brazil's most beautiful beaches. Peaceful doesn't even begin to describe it and the people are lovely. It's slowly becoming an upmarket tourist town and now's the perfect time in its development to visit it. Lovely restaurants, hardly any vehicles and a seriously laid-back vibe. So beautifully off the beaten track it was unreal!

All of this and we'd arrived right at the end of the summer's tourist season so practically had the place to ourselves. We got a fantastic deal on a chalet, in a garden full of so many differnet types of exotic fruit trees, making it far and away the best accommodation I'd had since leaving England. Ostensibly we'd gone there for a few days' detox but really just went to unbelievable beaches and ate incredible food before smoking and drinking ourselves to blissful places! Quite a few evenings we went to this seriously comfy cinema-bar that only seemed to show
good films. We caught Reservoir Dogs, Leon and The French Connection. Our last night in the village was their last night of the season so they were happy to sell off their stocks of seafood. Plates of lobster were changing hands with battered gringoes for as little as five English pounds... I mean honestly...!

I guess that's all there is to say about that place; we stayed for a week but I'd have been more than happy to stay there without moving right up to an untimely cirrhosis-related demise.

On our boat back out of Barre Grande across the bay we met Brazil's drunkest, sleaziest old man who piled five of us and all of our bags into his hatchback along with him and his mate. He wanted to show us a waterfall near ...