Our time in Bahia was always hot and mostly rainy… that tropical kind of rain that comes suddenly, drenches everything and then disappears as fast at it arrived, leaving everything to steam dry in the sun. We left Itacaré and headed north on the Peninsula de Marau, destination: Barra Grande. The road is dirt and was in pretty good condition as we started, but after about 10 km it got worse and worse… combined with the rain and speeding devil-trucks it wasn´t long before we were driving on a slippery potholed excuse for a road. You know those National Geographic documentaries that track the indigenous tribes of central Africa and show footage of massive trucks getting stuck on the logging “highways” (aka a muddy gash in the rain forest) ? It was pretty much like that except we weren´t in a truck, we were in a hire car. But everybody knows that hire cars go anywhere, so we pushed on and after a few hours we finally arrived. Once we arrived, we couldn´t quite believe how many guest houses there were, and people on the beaches. How was it possible that all these people willingly drove here?! It turns out that you don´t need to drive the horrendous mud road… you can leave your car in Camamu on the other side of the bay and catch a ferry across. So we felt a bit stupid, but at least we know for next time… and so do you.