“You for scuba?”
Just my luck…we nickname this man, “You for Scuba,” from the movie, “Along Came Polly.” Mare has yet to see his face, hidden by long locks of bronze hair draping down his brown chest and ending just above his six-pack. Oh yes, he sells the white-tissue clothing that he always wears. I must admit that he is beautiful, even told him so.
As for me, the hopeless hetero, I have not so much eye-candy to enjoy. At least this remote setting satisfies, as does the “extra” energy generating from my angel of a wife. The beach may be nature’s version of Viagra.
Fortunate to be here in the off-season, Jeri’s dunes and miles of beach provides a tropical and laid-back setting. We have time to breathe. Watching the locals teaches us how to move slowly, a difficult lesson for us to grasp. What a contrast to the crowded sands back at Fortaleza. Each evening, a group of folks make a Mecca to the top of Por do Sol, a dune with a view of sunset.
The evening mecca to Por do Sol to watch the sun set
Young men and women spar nightly, inside of a circle of clapping on-lookers. Capoeira is a form of martial art mixed into an aggressive but fluid dance.
Capoeira competitions nightly provide great entertainment
The participants display incredible agility, strength and balance. Slaves brought this art from Africa, and were forced to hide the practice of it from their owners. Apparently the owners did not want the slaves to become skilled enough to beat them up. Not until the 1930’s did capoeria emerge openly as an expression of fight, game, dance and playful respect.
How much for hair extentions?
Sand-buggy rides, horseback riding, and all forms of surfing are available as activities, but we are content to sit and be. It’s nice to do nothing. I chat with some Rastafarians, (using hand gestures) and wonder if the “Hair Club for Men” would consider sewing some dreadlocks onto my barren skull.
The best meal of the day
Nightly dishes of fish stew cooked in clay pots, or sun-dried beef taste fine, but nothing beats the daily breakfast included with our room at “Vila dos Ipes.”A tabletop filled with fresh exotic fruits, juices with names we cannot pronounce, tapioca, and of course, ham and cheese with rolls proves the best meal of the day.
The sandy streets of Jeri
We are ready to leave this paradise called Jeri, after four days of lounging. Something about the crowded cities calls out to us, or perhaps the calling comes from the challenge of getting there. Click – Ron Mitchell.
Time to leave this bit of paradise
Love it, Ron. Jeri looks about as desolate as parts of the Oregon coast — although I don’t recall any locals quite so attractive as You for Scuba. . . .
Pat, you just need to down to the Salty Dawg and drink a lot…a lot.
Peaceful, quiet…beautiful sunsets…
All nice..
BUT
Ron…didn’t you find ANY “eye candy”??? (other than Mare, of course)
Hey Skip, now that we made it to Rio I look forward to hard candies as opposed to moon pies…simply my first preference, not a judgement by any means. Let the games begin…
Looks like a great trip. And that plate of food for breakfast. Yum!!!
Oh yeah, fresh fruit in the morning and cold hops in the evening…active retirement!
I just about died laughing! That guy does look like the dude in Along Came Polly. So beautiful. And so well written. Love the last line, about the calling of the challenge of just getting there. Isn’t that the truth? I believe Norm would feel that way, too.
Thanks Toni, we are laughing a lot. Thinking about Norm very often, he’d love it!
Definitely the call of the road was one of the things Norm shared w/us. We talk about him often as we travel and miss not having the opportunity to share the stories and laughter later…… Mare