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I got up realy early to catch the sunrise from Ponte de Saixes. I packed mt gear in the dark and headed of for the long slog to the point. In half an hour I was there. Kicking myself for miss juging how far the point was from the camp I found a comfy spot and got another full hours kip.



I took this cheezy video to try and explain a bit more but the battery was running out and had to try a few times before it all came right.



From there I found my way on the road to Jacuma. My intention was to just spend the day there and then make my way to Natal in the evening. In Jacuma I jumped off the bus randomly. I couldn't have picked a more random spot to jump off than where I did. It was probably the furthest place from the sea that I could get. Even the locals looked at me as if I were daft. So I bought a bottle of water and started walking. I then realised how far from any sizable area of water I was when I crested a hill and saw the ocean wayyyyyy of there! So I picked up the pace.

About ten minutes into my swealtering mid-morning hike to 'I had no idea' a car pulled up along side and a lady yelled through the open passenger window "Praia?". "Si si" I replied. "Nome?" she enquired. "Tambarumbawamba" I replied, not knowing the actual name of the beach I wanted to head to. All I knew was it is the only regulated nudist beach in the whole of the North East of Brazil (according to the Lonley Planet - thanks Adrienne) and I was gonna go (the furthest place that I could possibly know anyone). To my reply the back door swung open and I joined the two occupants in the back. I did think for the briefest seconds that the four of them maybe a sadistic cult roaming the back street of Brazil looking for inoccent tourists to make shammy cloths from. But that disapeared after the name introductions. The rest of the 30 minute drive was done in silence on my part.

I landed in paradise.



The lady ran a resort with her partner as it so happens 200m from the nudist beach. Things were going my way. They agreed to let me camp for as long as I wanted. I only needed one night.

After charging the battery to my camera I was off to the nudist beach. Nothing could go wrong. I'd been psyching myself for day. I was going to walk up to the gate, pay my fare, go to the stripping area, take my kit off, layout my towel and go for a swim. FViews from the water would obviously be the best place to scope out the talent.

They only let you in in pairs. Phew! I stood no chance of getting in. I was off the hook. There was no way I was going to find anyone to go in with me there. I'd been told of the three kilometers of dessolate beach the other direction from the nudist beach. So I headed off there, found a secluded streach and formed my own nudist colony. That came to swift end when I could see a beach buggy approaching in the distance.



I spent the rest of the day walking along the dessolate beach at the end of which is a normal beach. I got some good perving time in there.