CARNIVAL 2000

SALVADOR BAHIA, BRASIL

 

Text and Photos Copyright © 2001 Mark E. Halliday

 

 

As Texas Winter faded into Spring, the annual Carnival Brasiliero took place in downtown Austin.

Jack got all dressed up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile, the real Carnival was approaching, and I flew to Brazil where I would spend the next month.

Flying on Continental to Rio De Janeiro, I stayed for two days.

Then I took an overnight bus (8 hrs) to OURO PRIETO, a famous World Heritage Sight in the state of Minas Gerais.

 

 

These two churches are typical of the Baroque architecture which makes this area one of the top tourist magnets in Brazil.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is a Mine Tour not far away from Ouro Prieto. An operating Gold mine just 10 years ago, operations stopped as gold went below $300 per ounce.

 

 

 

From Ouro Prieto, I took a bus to Belo Horizonte, the third largest city in Brazil. It looked very modern and well organized.

I immediately caught another bus directly to Porto Seguro, a 13-hour overnight trip. The bus wasn't full, so I could stretch out and catch some sleep.

Arriving in Porto Seguro mid-morning, I slept much of the day, rain puring down outside. Porto Seguro is a favorite vacation spot for Brazilians, although not so many foreigners are making it here quite yet.

Lambada Dancers in a club in Porto Seguro, where the dance craze was invented.

 

 

Outside the Lambada clubs is "Pasarela de Alcool", or Alcohol Alley. The drink stands all try to out-do each other with beautiful displays of fruits they use to prepare tropical drinks.

The "Capeta" is most famous, rum/vodka, fruit juices, and guarana. Guarana is the caffeine-like powder from an Amazon plant that keeps Brazilians dancing til late.

Really late. The first night everything seemed to close at 2 AM, and I went back to the hotel and sleep. The next day Rob arrived, and we did some additional research.

It seems after the Pasarela closes, everyone goes to the beach bars to dance from 2 AM to 5 AM!

Each night of the week has a different beach bar with perhaps 5000 people up until dawn.

 

 

 

 

On my previous trip around (Brazil six months earlier) I saw these huge clocks in the center of every major city I visited.

The clocks are all counting down the days until the 500-year anniversary of the "discovery" of Brasil by Europeans, i.e. Cabral.

This clock is in Porto Seguro, which is close to where Cabral landed in 1500.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

View of "Bay of All Saints", the natural harbor of the city of Salvador.

 

 

 

 

Fernando, Jeff, and Rob.

Hey, Whaaazup?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jeff got all the girls.

 

 

 

 

The truck turns into the main reviewing street

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Security Cordon around the truck, and police patrol passing along the street.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carnival Drummers in the Pelourhino, the restored 500 year old center of Salvador.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the final night of Carnival, sometime after midnight, the trucks all try to get into this one plaza in the Upper City.

Unlike Trinidad, where the Carnival stops exactly at miidnight Tuesday, this gathering goes until dawn.We watched the sunrise, listening to a mix of this yeears carnival favorites.

About the time I took this picture, a hand reached out of the crowd behind me, and tried to rip the watch off my left wrist. Fortunately, I had a velcro-style watchband which the ladron did not understand how to remove properly!

If you ever need a watchband, I can recommend "The Band" available at REI.

 

 

CHAPADA DIAMANTINA ("DIAMOND PLATEAU")

 

This is Ibaterraba, meaning "Shining Rock".

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Text and Photos Copyright © 2001 Mark E. Halliday