“God it smells good,” I think to myself.
It’s 9:39 at night here in Arrial d’Ajuda, Bahia, Brasil. I’m sitting at a small restaurant. One of the less touristy places in this (*relatively) touristy town.
When I used to really travel and write (circa 2003-2008, mostly in the form of longgggg emails) I would do this stream of consciousness, stream of experience style of writing. I found I liked it.
I haven’t had any of what you would normally call “food” today. Today all I’ve put in my body are nutrition products I use to feel great, pretty much no matter what. And if I don’t feel great, at least I’m sustained.
Today I walked/hiked/swam for about 9 hours straight. Up and down the main road of Arrial which descends to a beautiful but often chaotic beach. Commercial tourism, alcohol, food, and music overrun the first glimpses of ocean but this only inspires a “long walk on the beach” to escape it and seek peace and refuge.
“Bahianation…” she exclaims as my plate arrives. Time to eat.
It lies not far ahead, but there’s always more ground to cover. I set up “camp” once, relax, swim, do some light capoeira movement, but don’t have it in me to set up my tent despite being fairly scorched at this point.
I wait it out and the settling clouds definitely help. I proceed onwards, for miles (I walk about 4 each way on the beach, close to 6 each way overall, still feeling good just living on my nutrition system.)
I find a spot that’s beyond amazing where the rocks in the ocean meet the land formations that I can only call elevated plateaus. I climb up and give myself an advanced tutorial in selfie taking using props to hold my iPhone and my Apple Watch to shoot.
Finally I walk back and it seems like forever. Still some errands to run. Need light bulbs for the place I’m staying (My Master’s old house, now vacant, which he sold to his neighbor, which he is renting to me for the next 6 weeks.), get cream for the irritation on my “inner thighs” that I just can’t seem to avoid on these excursions in sandy, tropical climates where I walk a lot (thought baby powder would help, not really).
Finally I sit down for dinner at the same place I ate last night. Eating vegan as much of the time as possible, or at least 80% while I’m here, in part because when I eat cheese I tend to also consume large amounts of bread with it in one form or another. They’ll make me a vegetarian (vegan) plate here. It smelled delicious when I started writing. Now I’m beyond full. Planning to leave my bags with my new friends (I trust them), grab an açaí (better in every way than ice cream), and walk around just a little bit more before calling it a night.
That’s a day in Arrial d’Ajuda.
*When you’re based out of** Vegas anything seems LESS touristy relatively.
**I’ve decided to say I’m, “based out of” rather than, “I live in, especially while I’m based out of Vegas, but this also complements my aim of being able to be in many places and totally able to run my businesses remotely.