Arriving to our hostel in Ubatuba was sort of like stepping out of the real world and into a dream where everything seemed to be drenched in a sort of surreal drowsiness.
Having just vacated the chilled streets of Sao Paulo, Ubutuba was humbling in its simplicity.
The seaside town is not exactly something to behold but the beaches that drape along its coastline certainly are. So it’s no surprise that this is a vacation spot for locals who flock from Sao Paulo to its sunny shores in the summer months.
But while the beaches certainly stun, everything that surrounds them unfortunately do not.
We, luckily, had booked a hostel on a slightly quieter beach than Ubatuba’s main beach; the lurching Praia Grande. And so we arrived after an incredibly tiring journey, and in the rain, to our hostel on Praia Dura.
The hostel was basic, certainly, but had a great veranda which would prove to be our entire world over the next three days as we wiled away hours eating, playing cards and planning our travels.
The hostel overlooked the beach, which was great, but the unfortunate bouts of rain that dominated much of our time there hindered our beach days.
Behind the hostel and across the road you could get wood fire pizza, basic groceries and that was pretty much it (of course also available was an array of useless inflatable objects and Havianas flips flops which can be found on every corner and in every single shop in Brazil).
With not much to see here, we stuck mainly to the space that encapsulated our room, the hostel veranda and the beach; this was our universe.
The hostel staff, of which there were only two who lived out the back, became our dysfunctional, extended family caught somewhere between being helpful and infuriating. Our three days in Ubatuba became an unintentional detox retreat where access to Wi-Fi and beer was minimal so lounging and snacking became the ways of our world.
The beach itself is impressive but there are plenty of beaches in Brazil that offer similar, if not better, vistas. I suppose I would not recommend taking the time to see Ubatuba if you have a tight schedule but for a lazy day at the beach or to discover how the Brazilians like to ‘vacay’, it could be a worthwhile venture.
We certainly did not regret our three lazy days in Ubatuba and despite it all, I think we will all look back on our time there with fondness. As we left the hostel, one of the elusive hostel staff members (the one who spoke English) uttered a quiet “we’ll miss you” which left us all slightly bewildered but also charmed.
Because, I suppose, in our own way, we would all come to miss our lazy days in Ubatuba too.