So on we go! We sailed into Salvador it’s a small town on the coast in Brazil.
Portuguese is the primary language in Salvador, yet English and Spanish are spoken fluently. It has a beautiful side with some nice old buildings and lots of churches; places of worship are everywhere as always in third world countries I have found that religion is very prevalent when there are lots of poor districts. It also has a slightly seedy side to the city with quite a few beggars in the streets. When we walked out of the ship the city area was divided into two areas the dockside which was on the lowland also it’s where the military base (navel) is situated as well as a large indoor/outdoor market place with people selling everything (Mostly crap, yet sometimes crap you feel you need usually until you get home and think to yourself why did I buy that coconut monkey??)
The upper city which was reachable for those on foot by the elevator,which you took to the main part of town up a cliff around 500ft straight up costing you less than 25 cents for each person. There are two big lifts taking around 20 to 30 people each and they are nearly always full with a lift operator in each.
When you get to the top you are confronted with the main square where you will find some of the churches and cafes and shops, this is where most of the tourist go as it feels the safest while you are in Salvador. With a little walking we found a money changers, cambia,or cambio, depending where you are, (cambia means change) luckily it was right next to a great little coffee shop in one of the town squares overlooked by guess what, another church, so we just sat in the sun enjoying coffee and watching the world go by.
When we were walking back to the ship and as we got close to the dockside markets we saw the police screaming and pointing guns at a group of youths across the road everybody was standing with their hands in the air while the police crossed over the road then while one police man covered them while the other searched them for weapons, I was pretty freaked out with how candid they were about weapons there and how quickly the police jumped on this group of youths that did not seem to be doing anything wrong, although I quickly shrugged that off as paranoia in a different country that I really knew very little about and overall I was glad they were not pointing the guns at me or my friends. So we set off once more on our way back towards the ship.
Where we headed towards our next port Rio.