Following a great night at carnival came the painful hangover travel day. Every time I travel hungover I vow not to put myself in this position again. I also tend to make stupid mistakes hungover….like this time I left my brand new denim shorts I’d worn the night before at the hostel trying on the line….doh doh doh! Luckily I was still traveling in the same direction as the two Aussie guys so we shared a taxi cost to the airport, and on arrival in Salvador took the bus the hour and half journey to the old centre. Actually the bus journey was very pleasant all along the coastal front and miles of beaches with surfers and joggers. We were staying in the old historic centre of Pelourinho. We had a five minute walk from getting off the bus across a main square and down some cobbled streets to our hostel; it was Saturday early evening and just getting dark. There was music coming from all around as we walked through, people were gathering enjoying street food and beers, and I fell in love with the place immediately. Continue reading →