|The island in all its glory - just don't try sailing round the bottom of it, clearly.|
This is what people say about Ilhabela: The beaches are fabulous, especially the ones round on the east coast which are only accessible by boat; the walks into the interior are hard work but well worth the effort for the breathtaking views, stunning waterfalls and amazing wildlife (birds, mostly); the insects are an unbearable menace, especially the borrachudos, (imagine a mosquito, then double it and add ten); don't bother going over a feriado weekend (public holiday) unless you really, really like the inside of your car. The only way to get there, unless you have your own boat or helicopter, requires a car ferry and a lot of patience.
Well. If everything in the above paragraph is true, then our trip to Ilhabela was anything but typical.
|This is why it's called Ilhabela.|
|Enjoying the sand, or possibly playing invisible chess.|
|Even more impressive than the home cinema - the view from the bedroom window.|
|Here I am, wearing my happy beach face.|
|The company was elegant and sophisticated...|
|The food was hot and tasty...|
|The scenery was quite nice as well.|
|King of the hill.|
|Words fail me.|
|Look closer. It's there in the middle. Honestly.|
|Cold and cramped. And not even some burnt cheese on a stick could cheer us up.|
So now we're back in São Paulo (except Helen, who only got one day off before having to fly up to Rio first thing on Monday morning for work). The kids are back at school, I'm back at my desk and our holiday already seems like it was weeks ago. Still, lucky us. It's now only a month until our next one...