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Three and a half hours south of Sao Paulo is a little spot of paradise. It’s called Ilhabela, and it’s an island that truly lives up to its name. We spent four nights there and had many an adventure.
The day we arrived was the start of the World Cup, and Brazil were due to be playing. Our Airbnb host (who was great) invited us to her friends’ house to watch the match.
Sitting as the only two English amongst 18 Portuguese, both nationalities unable to speak the other’s language was a bit of a daunting idea, but hey we could just stay unnoticed and watch the football, right?
Just before the football began we were asked our predictions for what the score would be and everyone put in $Rs5.
Most of the Brazilians had predicted a clean sheet for their side meaning there were only 6 of us left in the running when Croatia scored early on.
There were whispers of “inglés”, when Brazil scored twice and pushed the score back to 2-1. There were only two of us left in the running, and when Brazil scored a third I think they’d have rather it had been a draw than have to give the English girl $Rs105! I only narrowly avoided been thrown in the pool!
Fast forward 36 hours and we found ourselves on a four hour hike to what The Guardian believes is one of the top ten beaches in Brazil: Bonete. The only way to access the beach is by a four hour walk, or a boat trip.
The walk is quite hard, with lots of uphill and slippery paths, I fell over a fair few times!
There are two huge waterfalls along the way too. One has a bridge, but the other requires you wade across.
The beach is definitely stunning, although maybe not worth four hours walking.
We’d left the house at 8, but only had a couple of hours to enjoy the beach before we had to catch a boat back.
My joy at having arrived at such a beautiful, deserted beach was short lived. After a quick swim in the sea I went to check I had money for the boat back.
That’s when I discovered I had none. Not just none in my purse, but no purse.
Somewhere along the path it must’ve fallen out of my bag.
All that money I’d won at the start of our stay in Ilhabela, plus money I had with me was lost.
Understandably I wasn’t in the best of moods. But I didn’t have long to sulk…