I’d just arrived at a beautiful beach and realised I’d lost my purse and a whole lotta money. Fortunately my boyfriend had enough for both of us to get the boat back. We’d been told to get a motorised canoe back, something specific to the island, calm, peaceful and relaxing.
What we got was the opposite.
As we were heading to the boats a moto taxi driver pounced on us unsuspecting tourists and offered up his services. I was the same price and, so we thought, the same type of boat.
The boat wasn’t a canoe, just your standard motor boat, although maybe a bit more rickety. We climbed aboard and prepared for a leisurely ride in the sunset (well I would have if I wasn’t still sulking).
As our driver started up the engine we moved at a relatively slow pace.
Then, all of a sudden he maxed out the power and headed for a giant rock. It looked like he had no intention to turn, and we were headed straight for it.
At the very last moment he swerved, tipping the boat on it’s side. That was just the start of a pretty fast and scary boat ride. At least there was no time for me to sulk over a lost purse. I was far too busy trying to hold on to the boat where ever possible so as not to bounce out!
The boat jumped off the waves and landed with a great big thump on the sea for about 30 minutes, after which we were grateful to be on dry land again. All those rib rides and speed boat rides they advertise on Groupon? Just pay this guy a visit!
The following day was a relaxing one, spent on another gorgeous beach. I’d packed my snorkel and swam with the fish until I saw something that looked a bit too much like a jellyfish for my liking and raced back to the shore.
On our last day we packed up and tried to call a taxi to take us to the ferry to catch our bus back on the mainland.
The first taxi company hung up on us, the second kept asking us questions in Portuguese we couldn’t understand.
There was no time left to get a taxi before the ferry would leave. We had to walk it.
We walked as fast as possible whilst carrying 16 kilos on your back, and made it just in time.
That’s when I realised our return bus ticket had been in my purse, but surely that wasn’t a problem, we had the booking numbers, they could just print it out again, right?
Wrong. Turns out your booking seems to be deleted once the tickets are printed. No they didn’t care we had the booking reference and a confirmation email, no they weren’t bothered we could prove we’d paid with a bank statement, and no they couldn’t confirm our names matched the names assigned to our seat numbers.
The only thing we could do was book another ticket at full price, or go to the police and report a lost bus ticket.
Having lost so much money I was reluctant to pay for another ticket, but a police statement seemed a bit extreme and there were only 20 minutes left before the bus would go.
Luckily one of the men in the office agreed to drive us to the police station and help with translation.
Our report for the lost ticket was completed quickly and we hopped on the bus with minutes to spare, much to the driver’s disgust, who seemed angry at the fact we didn’t have a physical ticket on us.
And so ended our trip to Ilhabela. Full of a lot more action that our plan of lazing on a beach intended, but great all the same!