Getting taught how to dance by the local children in Ponta D' Ouro
My camera broke on this evening, and it absolutely devastates me that I wasn't able to take any photos of our night. A town with no pavement whatsoever, the hoppin' nightlife consists of dozens of wooden huts in the sand, with narrow lanes connecting them. We were, without a doubt, the only tourists anywhere near this place. And while at first a little aprehensive, the locals eventually welcomed us warmly and we had a blast.
We began our night with a delicious dinner of chicken and chips (aka french fries). Around 4pm, we were directed to the chicken lady's hut in order to let her know how many chickens we would want. We were rquired to pay a deposit on our upcoming meal, likely so that she doesn't kill one of her fresh chickens for no reason. We were instructed to come back three hours later for our feast. And I can boldly say it was probably the best chicken we've ever had.
The night continued with some fierce billiard competition, the killer local libation of rum & rasberry, and a little Black Eyed Peas for good measure.