After 1,902 NM we have arrived in the Brazilian cruising territory. Beautiful Ihlabela! Our sail here was so fast that we arrived at the island at about 2:00 a.m. Too dark to go into port. And, of course, it was raining with very little wind. Our sailing was over but motoring allowed us to dawdle and let the squalls roll over us as they would, without worrying about how much sail we had out.
We came into port in the early morning. For the first time, there were more recreational boats than fishing boats - although still plenty of those. With the help of two smiling young men at Yacht Club Ilhabella who communicated with us through a translator on their phone, we picked up a mooring ball.
|Festive church spotlighted in blue at night|
According to our guide book, the island is the holiday destination for the “rich and famous” who live in Sao Paulo. It shows. Compared to the cities and towns we have visited, this island is clean, very tastefully developed, especially where we are, with some lovely homes within view of the coast. The village shops sell expensive artisanal crafts and/or top notch casual clothing. The restaurants are many and varied. There are bike paths and cobblestone streets, even a pedestrian street, all in a village about ten blocks long. It is a very pleasant place to be.
The island itself is very steep volcanic rock mountains, again clad with the Atlantic Rainforest, I have previously generically labelled as jungle. Across the channel are the lights of Sao Sebastio and more mountainous coastline. Quite spectacular. Squalls roll off the mountainsides of the island but very infrequently soak us.
The club is lovely and the people helpful and friendly. We get three free nights at the mooring - a very nice perk in some of the sailing clubs in South America.
We have explored the village, reprovisioned - again - and done some boat work - again.
|Our driver knew everyone, constantly waving, shouting hello, even chatting to a motorcyclist as both drove on the main drag.|
|Washed out mud; the crevice is very deep, road very steep.|
|Where we are headed from near the top|
The beach was long on a crescent bay with islands at both ends. In the palms were three “restaurants” in a row with tables on the beach.
|People pose for pictures in Brazil, especially the females. When taking selfies, all take multiple posed shots.|
At the end of the trail we were delighted by a wide waterfall that flowed 45 ft down a boulder and then dropped vertically to a single, narrower pool below where we swam. The water was cold! and the stream was so powerful that it swept us off our feet, knocking us back into the pool.
|As directed, we posed|
|The swimming hole|
|Peter went first. Posed as directed.|
|Battling the torrent|
|Triumphant! Posed as directed.|
|The beach of "flies"|
|Nonbiting beach critters|
Tomorrow we are head for Ubatuba. With a name like that, it’s got to be good.