|Once again the pictures are of the previous stop, namely around Arakaju. Let us move on to Salvador. Having changed our ticket home from 13th Feb. to 27th Feb. we have been able to stay in beautiful Salvador for about 6 days with Carmen and Bruna and Gabriel (those in the family will know about whom I am talking and those not in the family will not be very interested. O.K. ?) Carmens´ huge apartment is walking distance from a beautiful beach and each morning before breakfast we head down and swim and then come back for breakfast (the maid, Suely, makes excellent coffee). We have watched Capoera and Bahian women in beautiful white Bahian costumes and entrepreneurs of every hue, skill, age group and ability and museums of African culture and a night of modern jazz on the waterfront. We have been to empty beaches and full beaches and surfing beaches and waveless beaches. We have been to Churches, Malls (Malls ?), ice cream parlors, hot cheese on a stick sellers and Internet Cafe´s. We have walked for miles in sandels on cobbled streets, fallen into large holes on the sidewalk, crossed one way streets looking the wrong way, stopped for coconut milk, hopeing that the seller does not cut off his hand when topping the coconut with a large machete and for R0.05 a time have been up and down the Elevator from Alta Cuidade and Baixa Cuidade (Upper and Lower City)many times. Salvador is an African city and the black people have, unlike the U.S. (for example), melded with the traditions, culture and religions of the AmerIndians and the Portuguese to create a unique society. All I can say about that here is that the faces of the men and women are incredibly diverse and beautiful and it is fascinating to walk the holy sidewalk just to admire the way they carry themselves.