Pipa

Pipa is a small and trendy and rather touristy beach a couple of hours up the coast from Jaoa Pessoa. With a little difficulty we communicated our plans that we were to spend a few days there. KeKe had kindly rented a 7 seater fiat and Carla her daughter had offered to take us. Patrick was to come along too.

On the day of departure Patrick decided he didn't feel well enough to come. This made things awkward as poor Carla spoke no English at all and Gareth, Sean, Caroline and I had no Portuguese.

Regardless we set off and in the predicted 2 hours we were there. It was a lovely beach town with a main strip of shops selling bikinis, surf gear and hand crafted local art work. The cobbled streets bustled with tourists and hippes and locals alike. This was what we were after! It reminded us of a Thai Island resort.
Pipa beach itself was pretty but rather busy.

We took a short drive up to our apartment which we were all very pleased with. It was a palm tree encircled iddil in the middle of nowhere - supposedly ten minutes from the beach but more like fifteen. Still the rooms were lovely and Gareth and I managed to be granted what looked like the honeymoon suit! We were all happy to see a lovely pool and fantastically maintained, landscaped grounds.

The seven of us headed back into town for lunch which consisted of a corned beef kind of pie thing - nice enough. Then it was time to check out the shops and buy provisions for our self catering apartment.

The pool beckoned back at base where we cooled off before heading back into town for a Mexican meal which was ace!

Carla kindly drives us back and forth and we are all so grateful but regret the divide that the language barrier is causing. The only person who who has no problem with it is Ibby who with her cute smile can communicate affection in any language.

We have scanty to no Internet here and were relying on Google Translate to help us all get across our intentions but without it, we are helpless. Damn my poor language skills!