(^56) Corumbau
We were up early the following day to catch our 3-hour, 70-kilometre bus ride. The
bus trip was a pleasant experience as it wasn’t merely Saturday but also month
end. The bus was crammed with villagers dressed in their Sunday best, heading
into town to do their monthly business. The trip was a jovial affair as old men in
hats and ladies in heels and floral dresses extended greetings to all who boarded
the bus. They all seemed acquainted; even we spotted the lady from a guesthouse
where we had enquired the previous night.
In town, our fellow passengers dissipated, and we searched for the bank. Drawing
money took a fair amount of time as barely half the terminals functioned. The
queue thus extended out the door. Wandering around the small community, one
couldn’t help but bump into fellow passengers. Soon, the time came to return and
nearly all of the morning’s passengers were on the bus again. We were greeted like
old friends. Our fellow travellers were loaded with shopping bags containing
anything from chicken feed to groceries.
There appeared no rush as en route the bus stopped at a bakery. Once all were on
the bus, we rattled along the rough dirt track to collective ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ as the
bus bounced through the potholes.
Corumbau – Trancoso – 50 km (+12 km by beach buggy)
After thanking our host, Maria, our route continued along a sandy path until ending
abruptly upon reaching a dense mangrove forest. No other option remained but to
continue via the beach. To the villagers’ delight, we dragged our bicycles along the
sand and, no sooner, all joined in to help.
leana
(Leana)
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