approached Now again a highlight of the extraordinary year. After I could get my mother already turning to the New Year, now was the male parent on the march - and not alone! The (not evil) stepmother was one of the party. already bribed me a strange feeling this Wednesday, which should arrive in two. It was really well and somehow but not a normal working day like any other. Even the whole previous week it was like me. It is known that the father comes flying to the other end of the world to visit one. And although this is a situation, of course, which occurs so rarely was there any kind of familiarity in me. That he should be in my area is actually the norm and not the abnormal. Abnormal is more likely my situation here. On the other hand, this country is to some extent for me in the last month something like a home and become accustomed to finally from day to day - what is "normal" and what is not? Is there a norm on this earth? A diffuse abdominal thought game.
Anyway. As they were then because that is all at once. Fun it was for me, who had become accustomed to dark skin tones and colorful clothes (sometimes I even forget my "striking" painting), welcome to the Father in typical German, completely white T-shirt, highlighted only by the almost lighter skin color underneath. They were white - no longer as something seen! They would not go away at least from here, ruled out.
news stories of the year and of course, far too many gabs. So I have my first two highly-awaited guest gifts presented - a pretzel lye and the kicker! Every bite was a treat, every statistic, every football player interviews and new exchange rumor balm for the soul. Of course, I moved the reading and the culinary highlight later, because we certainly had a lot to tell. How do the siblings, the grandparents, the two new furry roommate in Braunschweig, how does Bahia, with plenty of ammunition for the trip to the pousada.
The first encounter with the Brazilian took the two conditions, however, at the terminal. The ordered taxi did not come and when we finally decided to call the hostel, we got the following bizarre answer: The taxi driver had been involved in an accident and could not come because he now "preso" is. Preso: English. "Prisoned" in German, "locked up in prison." No problem, we took another taxi, traffic-but this was the beginning of our great odyssey. It must be impressive when the first thing one sees from Salvador, the skyscrapers are lit up at night, a seemingly endless and gigantic city. This happened at the two. Again, odd for me, another one of my many trips through this tedious to make Moloch whom I had not because of abating traffic, noise and stench at times quite learned to hate. That evening, but that was of little importance and there was much to show. Things for me was the sight has become commonplace, each set new sights for my two "guests". Who never seen the giant bamboo series and church halls or even seen the Brazilian market from the inside, has astonished the poor and is certainly not necessary for the adrenaline rush caused by the way also.
We moved then a nice little room near the lighthouse of Barra at the southern tip of the city and the next morning I had to the two should also leave very early in the direction of Terra Mirim, where we see again two days later. Unfortunately, the holidays in a voluntary service such as mine is limited to 18 and because it was a sparing use, weekends and holidays wily tactical installed.
met two days later Papinho Sanne and then after a random walk in formative Terra Mirim. Sheer helpful Brazilians - one facing left, the other wants to right and a third just small talk - the two had been a bit overwhelmed. In addition I had piloted through an area that can not be explained by the guide and at first sight for two fresh Gringos in Brazil may seem a bit strange ... But then they were just there and we had a nice tour of Terra Mirim. Because the two lead in Brunswick a larger nursery, one can imagine that they were impressed by the incredible variety of fruit trees, heliconia, bamboo walls and other tropical plants pretty. And then shortly thereafter began a very violent storm, she has probably packed final the rain forest feeling.
The next day we went forward to in the morning to even half to cross Bahia. The Chapada Diamantina was our goal, had to be relaxed for nine hours bus ride worthwhile. And they did for sure.
"a land flowing with milk and honey." It has once described the burning bush of Moses, when he spoke of the sacred land, where it was to lead the enslaved people. Admittedly, we were under better circumstances in there, had not been enslaved throughout our lives, had not a desert to cross on foot or divide the sea - we just wanted to 'LEAVE! And who wants milk and honey, if there is to offer rivers of dark Kölsch (with foam crown). 
There were three of four wonderful days. In so many waterfalls we passed, and jumped into it, just went on. Passing rare medicinal plants, Cactus-like plant species and, over a hundred year old stone huts of the diamond diggers who then tried their luck in this region. In the amber-colored rivers with healthy effect for skin and hair we dived under occasionally took a hand full of pebbles in the hand and seven of them subsequently with the hope of a million-dollar fund in the water. We walked through canyons and parched canyons, were hiding in the rain in a cave, listening to the stories of our guide, who told of lobster and wolves, as Boa Constrictors meters long from the streets saves and was persecuted as a child by an adult jaguar. Every evening, we enjoyed pizza and caipirinhas, the We were served very nicely, so we saw absolutely no reason to, go to the restaurant. And then there were even a shower in the evening at a small ledge in the open - with a view to expanding the enchanted landscape before us. That the Chapada Diamantina has to offer, however sad or even could, to show us our guide to time, in which he led us through some desolate, burned sections. As many years chief of the volunteer firefighters on the ground, he brought a lot of the problems of the national park to speak, was not exactly welcomed by many residents - Inhuman confiscation with reckless resettlement operations, arson, illiteracy in the face of complicated Bureaucracy, problems with environmental protection and government organizations and the like make the area difficult, in a common and healthy future tend to. An attractive way to see many residents in the so-called eco-and adventure tourism. So the fact that people are recruited from outside, to assume the numerous hiking, climbing and swimming and money Spühler the fund - the money, unfortunately, as so often in this world, at this point the shots.
So if you want to do something good for the local people, as is well placed to reward themselves in the form of a beautiful holiday, which quickly make a trip to the Chapada Diamantina. Best after Mucugê, the Village in which we were, and rightly so is still a top secret! Unfortunately, it is found in almost any tourist guide right back that has a political background. And what that means in Brazil, one can easily imagine - recommends to the Governor of Bahia Lencois case anyway, the place where are his own hotel and he has developed with state money on a new highway. And thus may also Lencois in any prospectus Bahia missing while Mucugê only to the initiated (as the inhabitants of Terra Mirim) says something.
ask for, I also like to give more accurate data on directions and our fabulous accommodation with top Brazilian breakfast - orginial wood stove (!) - By.
But then we had to love in such a short time gained Chapada Diamantina can already behind us. Morning at 5 clock we took the first bus back towards Salvador. There should be one of the most exhausting journeys in our lives. Get off after about 7 hours, wait 2 hours and it dawned on another 4 hour drive is already above the port town from which we are a boat to our final destination - would bring - the Ilha Boipeba. But we had just missed the last ferry mini and let us then persuade a taxi driver who we should go to a village only 1.5 hours away. From there, local fishermen also set about late with their own boats to Boipeba. Our bones from hours of sitting already battered body is now experiencing a small full-body massage in a special way taxi drivers, Sanne, my father, me and two more daring Finns, who also decided to visit the remote island - to sixth, and with some cases and large backpacks crammed into a Fiat-Pander, who had his best days behind long ago (my friend Heidelberger GK knows all too well what this means). Except that the underbody of the car probably from the concentrated load sagged a bit and we touched down at why every small hillock on the road, consisted of a not to be underestimated part of the way an earthy forest moguls. You do not forget such a day in his life. And he should still not go over. When we tired and shaken in the harbor of the small fishing village arrived, had already fallen dead of night. All of the Bahian kind could, of course, our scandalous enough time, showered and ate dinner probably, before we could take. And when it also became clear that the engine of our boat was broken, since 18 hours maltreating our nerves were definitely bare.
Somehow we rushed but this eventually through the black darkness. About us one of the clearest sky that one has probably ever seen in life, the Milky Way unmistakable. With the cool sea breeze on your face and the dark shadow on the banks on our side that emerged from the mangrove forests of the coast by milled, we hunted there. Suddenly rocked yet again on the anticipation of the island. And then we stranded even gentle side on the fine sand of the Ilha Boipeba. When the engine stopped, finally, we heard only the faint sound of the waves and some cheerful Kinderstimmchen drive over from the dark ...
It was pure relaxation - the journey from the day before or anything, I do not know.
summer, sun, sunshine. Golden sand, coconut water, beach squash, an enjoyable book in the shade of Palms, in between driving a little bit in the waves. 
My father got in touch with a samba band from Rio, who gave a concert one evening in our Pousada. So he came to a gig and for the right holiday mood was provided. was sweet road or beach dogs on Boipeba see a few more, a "Pitschibully" could express his elevated testosterone levels, in which he stole me my towel to "play". With such a concentrated power pack and also respekteinflössenden, shark-like teeth, it is drawn down before then but prefer not to resist. The sweet little Pitschibully. Sorry, we ate dinner mostly in a (very tasty) vegetarian restaurant. A trip around the island, we let us not be missed. For the first time in my life I saw dolphins! However, only the dorsal fins, which are short Synkron collected at the surface and then dived again. alone, knowing that these animals are in the vicinity, I was pretty happy voted. Flipper and Free Willy (ok that was a bit larger), dolphins as a lifesaver, as therapists, as a communication wonder so far the only other known species on this planet, not only for having children "play" with each other. Who knows, maybe I meet this year in the Amazon still one or the other pink river dolphin. What such a brief moment of encounter with two fins can cause all in one, is amazing.
And then we passed a bar, something the world has seen yet: the middle of the sea. A one-story wooden structure, situated on a small sandbar at low tide (we were lucky) is available! Well, a small offshore tax on the drinks and a slightly odd sight of our super special cocktails (hung in there not octopus arms?) Was also one of the party. But what is already against the crazy feeling, surrounded by water that rises solangsam and Bar is threatening to swallow, to enjoy life? Also
a Brazilian marine fish and shellfish on the way back we explored yet. Since none of the three of us really caused hunger, we want to lose Not too many words.
So the days splashing on our secluded island Bahian shallow there. It was soon gone to bed late and got up, only to strike down briefly then again on the sand. Pressure, stress and work were canceled after a tacit gentleman's agreement from our vocabularies. Similarly, just as it should be.
Then I had one Sunday morning with a heavy heart - we should get to see us again in Salvador at the right farewell - and at the same time full of positive energy to break. The work called. Sweet little kids and translation texts. And so I had Vatti Sanne and leave the last outpost on our desert island, this time went by day by speed boat through the maze of mangrove forests and my stomach was free to sunlight. So live it can be!
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