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Lose yourself in the pristine beaches and dive sites of Ilha Grande

Brazil’s Ilha Grande is indeed, as its name humbly translates, a Big Island. It’s just, well, so much more than that.

Ilha Grande attractions
Why not tell the world of the vast array of assets that it boasts: impeccable white sand beaches; a dense and vibrant Brazilian jungle; azure and aqua lagoons; world-class dive sites;  an adorable car-less township arced by sharp mountain peaks; and its uninterrupted blessedness.

All visitors to Ilha Grande, a three-hour bus and boat trip from a Rio de Janeiro tour, are afforded a spectacular introduction to island life, as the boat slinks into a bay of clear blue waters, slowly revealing a settlement towered over by mountains and seemingly swallowed by jungle. This is Vila do Abraao, a tiny township that from the shoreline resembles only an adorable collection of  rustic hammock-clad beach houses and remnant colonial buildings that stretch along the foreshore.

There is no indication of the fascinating offerings that lie behind. There’s a village back there that follows no clock or schedule, where excitable barefoot kids churn up the dusty streets, where lighthearted locals gather for hours outside the tiny shops, where ageing locals congregate in dimly lit cafes to laugh and gamble over cards, where distant samba beats echo through the trees.

It’s not surprising that this place has an international flavour to its workforce, those who travelled here as wide-eyed tourists only to forgo their former lives and set up camp under the Brazilian sun, having succumbed to Ilha Grande’s charm. They elicit much envy.

The crystal clear waters of Ilha Grande, Brazil

The crystal clear waters of Ilha Grande, Brazil

There are no ATMs, no cars, no neon lights. Internet facilities are scarce and after three days I’m yet to see a mobile phone.

Theirs is a blissful existence, from the hirsute Laurent, a Frenchman who spends six months of the year looking after the Pousada Naturalia guesthouse to affable Peter, who understandably swapped his dull desk job in freezing Copenhagen to operate a funky lay-about bar and barbecue joint on the sands of Vila do Abraao.

Here, night after night, patrons dip their toes into the soft Brazilian sand and watch the sun fade to nothing, as their fresh fish is barbecued to perfection by this gabby Dane.

Getting around
There are two (affordable) ways to navigate your way around – aboard a grand schooner or hiking over the steep mountains in search of glory. And no glory is like Lopes Mendes glory; a 3km ocean beach so white it hurts your eyes, hemmed in by lush green verdure and inviting blue waters.

This stretch of sand is often quoted among the top 10 beaches in the cosmos. Some say it has no peer. The purists love it because of the lack of infrastructure. There are no hotels, restaurants, or even toilets – nothing but three sandwich and beer vendors.

The naturalists love it because the only way into Lopes Mendes is a sweaty 30-minute hike over a jungle pass, an adventure guaranteed to include howler monkeys. Boats are not allowed to land directly on the sand. Myself? After spending a week crushed by the ebb and flow of 100,000 buffed and brown Brazilians on Copacabana and Ipanema beaches in Rio, I’m digging the utter serenity.

Everywhere your schooner skipper directs his craft around this isle, an empty white sand beach stands to amaze its guests. After naming 22 coves and beaches, locals simply gave up on the rest, such is the glut.

Underwater delights
Even where sand is not present along the shoreline, this island still serves up delicacies. Snorkelling off the back of a speedboat (less affordable) in the Green Lagoon  yet another underwhelming title that understates its true beauty  we share a treasured moment with a trio of turtles, inquisitive, but gracefully keeping a few feet of distance.

If green is not your colour, the Blue Lagoon is a mere kilometre away and sheltered by a privately owned isthmus. It’s a fashionable parade of who’s who in the aqua realm.

The last dive site deserves mention, not for its abundance of marine life, or the aquatic tapestry of colours. It’s a helicopter. In 8m of water at Laja do Matardz. Rotors still intact. Thankfully, pilot nowhere to be seen.

Smirking islanders will quickly tell you it was a classic life insurance con, executed by a businessman up to his eyeballs in debt, who staged his own death by parking his chopper on the ocean floor.

Nice try buddy. If you really wanted to escape the hazards of city living and flee to Ilha Grande to live an anonymous lifestyle in tropical jungle or hulled up in a deserted beach bungalow, just catch the ferry.

Nobody here would care.

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A Port of Chickens – Brazil

Chimu Adventures’ blogger and employee Miles describes a fascinating Northern Brazil Tour.

I stepped out of the airport at Recife at 1 o’clock in the morning, to feel the full brunt of a northern Brazil winter, after the sun has gone down: 30C heat with 80% humidity! Here I was met by my hosts, the Brazil National Travel Mart and whisked down the coast to the wonderfully-named

Porto de Galinhas - Northern Brazil

Porto de Galinhas - Northern Brazil

(Hens’ Port) where I checked into my hotel, The Dorisol, and went straight to bed.

Having arrived after dark, aside from the heat, it had been hard to get a sense of ‘Brazilianness’. This immediately changed in the brilliant light of day, when I took a walk down to the beach, which the hotel overlooked, to find a vast, empty stretch of impeccable sand, and water temperatures in the high 20s. Then, at breakfast, the buffet had a distinctly non-standard flavor: cashew nut juice, bananas cooked in cheese, pao de queijo (balls of cheese-stuffed tapioca bread); and one dish that I really wasn’t expecting … couscous.

It is the wonderful beach that has transformed Porto de Galinhas from a tiny fishing village to a resort destination, with some ten large hotels on the beachfront, catering to sun-worshippers. Nonetheless, the centre of Porto has managed to maintain an element of its past. So-named for the 19th Century practice of smuggling slaves to the port in boats officially carrying chickens, a few streets have been pedestrianized and there is still a sense of community, in the games of football on the beach; the capoeira band practicing on a nearby boat; and the bars filled with locals watching Flamengo of Rio de Janeiro v Corintians of Sao Paulo in the Copa Libertadores (Flamengo won 1-0, incidentally).

And it is a couple of hours’ drive to the historic city of Olinda, with a wonderful old quarter built on and around a hill, with great views of the Atlantic Ocean, and which is the focal point for one of Brazil’s most famous Carnaval celebrations.

It was while wandering Olinda that I was approached by a Brazilian TV crew to give my views on camera – in abysmal Portuguese – on the virtues of tapioca! The interview went as follows:

Q. What is your name?

A. Miles

Q. Where are you from?

A. England.

Q. What do you think of tapioca?

A. Very nice.

I am sure the viewers were suitably enlightened by my insight!

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