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We plan on catching a local bus to a beach not far from here but to be honest im pretty happy just having a walk into town, booking my board for the next few days and grabbing a bite to eat. We stop at the first beach on route and sit down taking it all in the sheer beauty while also being able to take the time to read and enjoy a coco water. There is a guy on the beach doing full on yoga and although very tempted to join him i save myself the embarrasment. A little later we walk to centro and buy a few essentials grab a bite to eat and make our way to Praca beach. When we arrive there, there are lots of umbrellas and people and we decide the beach we were on this morning was nicer, and i suggest it might be a good idea to walk along the shoreline. We climb rocks and make our way down the jungly path to rhe seas edge . We walk along the rock trying to make our decent down, but when we get down the tide is coming in fast and we have to walk all the way back. I follow the road and a sign posts to another track, but half way along the track disappears and we are left im grass to our thighs and in the middle of plots obviously earmarked for further builing. Mountains of trees chopped down to clear the way for the future clientel this beauty spot will attract. Mark is so not happy with me , we are both being bitten and scratched to bits but with a little more peservation (well over an hour actually) we eventually find our way back to the main road. Mark is going on like Victor Meldrew and im glad when he leaves me on the beach to go and drop the bag off. I spend an hour or so here just relaxing before Mark joins me and we head to the hostel. We take a shower and were then informed that the start of the featival begins tonight so i make us some salad and we shower before getting ready for tonights fiesta. The street party is right the other end of town, and were quite close when we find the zig zaggy street. A short while later we hear the music and follow our ears and noses to the smell of the bonfire. The stage is set and flags adorn the rest of the road with music pumping from huge speakers. I get asked by one of the locals to dance. The dance here is called the f....and is very provacative where you grind your bodies against each other this was all a little bit close for my liking. I thank him for the dance and sit on the steps with people grinding there hips from the age of 2 to 82 its a great sight to behold. We make the long walk back and as we walk along the road we once again see the planktum lighting up the sea. A perfect end to a perfect day (. Apart from i look like ive been dragged through a bush backwards)Read more