SALVADOR, BRAZIL: A SON OF A BEACH
It’s official, I am exactly half way through the EAT MY GLOBE trip and, as I imagined I would be at this point, I am dog tired (I have also eaten tired dog, but that is another matter)
I had planned my few days in Salvador, Brazil as downtime, to go and sit on the beach and drink far too many Caipirinhas.
Well, I have done both things so far with considerable gusto and, last night, was even persuaded by some others at my guesthouse, to join them in the Pelorinho (old town) for the weekly festival which, for those aware of my previous crimes against rhythm, ended in the unlikely sight of me dancing until 2am this morning.
The food, as I expected, is hardly spectacular but, with its origins in African food, it is filling and very cheap. Local vendors sell chilled coconuts from which you suck the water through a straw after they have lopped the top off with a worrying looking machete and there are plenty of stalls selling mystery parcels of stuff fried in the rather noxious local dende oil.
Best of all, so far is the mocequa which is basically a seafood stew cooked in coconut milk and fish stock served over rice and farofa. The best examples keep away from the dende oil which is entirely overpowering and cost about £5 for a bowl big enough to serve two. Hardly haute, but, in context, perfect.
As indeed is the hammock that I plan to spend the rest of the day in. That is, until tonight’s party.
Dirty job, but……………