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The Accidental Local

Our writer travels to the Bahian coast of Brazil and finds that being an outsider is always in.

Nossa Senhora do Rosário dos Pretos festival at the São João Batista churchA young girl takes a break from celebrating the Nossa Senhora do Rosário dos Pretos festival at the São João Batista church.

We’ve been motoring seaward for about an hour when Roberto finally cuts the diesel. Brazil is a bare pencil line on the horizon, Monte Pascoal a tiny bump, as it must have been when Portuguese explorers first came across these cobalt blue waters 500 years ago, and I’m feeling more here than I have since arriving. Roberto yells at his mate, Uruca, to drop the anchor. Then we wait as the hook sets in the rock far below. With a flash of a smile, Roberto indicates that it’s time to fish.

Trancoso fruit marketAt the Trancoso fruit market, the stall displays could pass for still lifes.

We use strictly traditional techniques as those are the rules in this part of Bahia, even for visitors: thrown nets, single lines or spears with no scuba. We choose lines, and down they go: high-test fishing wire unwound off Styrofoam spools, hooks baited with bits of white fish that Uruca produces from a cooler. And up come, in what seems like mere seconds, the struggling ariocó, big red-flanked fish with yellow stripes. No Portuguese required for this moment; fishing is its own common language. “Olá! Look at this!” I shout. Roberto ribs Uruca, pointing at me, and says something like “He’s catching more than you! Maybe I’ll hire him!”

The day’s catch gets pulled inThe day’s catch gets pulled in.

The idea isn’t so far-fetched: Trancoso is famous for swallowing foreigners alive. Since the local population – Pataxó aboriginals, Portuguese settlers and African slaves – first mingled in this seaside town in northeastern Brazil, a steady stream of outsiders like me have come to visit, and many never left, becoming immersed in the landscape almost instantly.

Back on land, Roberto and Uruca sell their catch on the beach in minutes. I bring mine to the Uxua Casa Hotel, where chef Bernardo shows me how to cook the fish in two classic Bahian styles: first steamed in banana leaves with olives and black rice, simple and clean flavours; then in a fabulous moqueca, which Bernardo insists I help him make. He guides me through the various steps, sautéing the onions and garlic and peppers, then bringing the fish to a boil in coconut milk in a clay pot, to be served bubbling at the table. Bahian perfection as the sound of a weekend-long soccer match drifts in and the pink-tinged clouds float seaward overhead.

Grilled fish makes a swell lunch at Silvinha’s Restaurant on Espelho Beach. 

To hear samba in its birthplace is so perfect, i wonder briefly if the uxua concierges, who seem to know everyone in the region as personal friends, arranged for it. (They didn’t.)

On the grassy central Quadrado in front of Uxua, a cluster of old-timers sits with instruments in circled chairs under the shifting leaves of the amendoeira tree. Red and blue lights wink, and people clap and sing along while the stars swirl overhead. To hear samba in its birthplace is so perfect, I wonder briefly if the Uxua concierges, who seem to know everyone in the region as personal friends, arranged for it. (They didn’t.) The scene is just Trancoso doing what Trancoso does, in this case celebrating the life of a beloved local, a midwife they called Dona da Glória, who passed away a month before. And so we stand, swaying with the sweetly wistful music, sipping glasses of potent batida handed to us by a smiling woman in colourful beads and flowing skirt. And the distance between this moment and regular city life spools out into the night with song and drink and laughter.

The Eugênia Casa at Uxua Casa Hotel The Eugênia Casa at Uxua Casa Hotel provides a quiet oasis, overlooking the property’s private gardens.

The next morning, Romualdo, a baiano who runs canoe trips down the Rio Trancoso, shows us Bahia from the water. He drives us up craggy clay roads into the singing jungle so we can float downstream. It’s a voyage from the town’s private to its public face as we make our way past residences toward the beach. The dark green waters swirl under hanging vines; low-flying birds race overhead through clouds of mutuca mosquitos as big as your thumb. No dengue or yellow fever, Romualdo assures us. But the mutuca can bite through the hide of a donkey, so we slap on bug spray all the same.

cheery colourful houses that line the QuadradoIn Trancoso, the cheery colourful houses that line the Quadrado are protected by UNESCO.

Down the snaking, close passage of water, we glimpse into Trancoso’s backyard. Kids paddle in the elbows of the river next to leaning docks and brightly painted fishing boats. A man snorkels with a spear in search of the robalo fish among the mangrove roots. This is Bahian life in its natural rhythms. As we near the ocean, Romualdo describes how in decades past, it wasn’t unheard of for a lingering foreigner to receive land from locals through trade, although usually it was along the beach, which wasn’t as highly prized as land on the riverfront, with its access to fish and transportation. He says this as we glide past a magnificent gameleira tree, soaring to the forest canopy, braided around by seedling offspring that will eventually consume and replace the original trunk.

Then we’re out of the bush and into the final stretch of river before the beach, separated from the ocean by only a single orange sand dune. The river water is turquoise here, where the locals swim. Two boys do cartwheels across the grass, vaulting into the water in a tangle, a foaming eight-limbed river monster with two mouths laughing.

Trancoso fishing boats Trancoso fishing boats set anchor after a successful day on the water.

Someone across the Quadrado is holding a communal Saturday meal, and we’re invited. That’s how we learn about feijoada: a 24-hour stew of black beans, pork shin and salt beef, served over rice with farofa and couve and yet more batida to sip. We sit on the concrete floor of the casa festiva with families savouring a delicious moment. And when a pregnant dog wanders in and finds herself a half-finished plate on a low table and digs in, nobody looks twice. We were welcomed; so is she.

Chatting with locals comes naturally in Bahia, whether it be with men burning leaves in the square, a schoolteacher or an 86-year-old woman named Gida, who leans out her front window to offer us cajú fruit. We find shade at a café and sip foamy white cacao juice, watching a huddle of people drinking beer under a sign that reads “Ponto dos Mentirosos” (liars’ place). Gilberto Gil trickles from overhead speakers – his famous song “Toda Menina Baiana” about how all baiana girls have charm and spirit. There’s a certain way he sings, with a smile you can hear. Meanwhile, the men throw their nets in the river, and the wind applauds.

Caraíva Beach A shaded spot on Caraíva Beach makes for the perfect lookout.

Samba closes our visit, as it surely should, this being its home. I’ll always remember the dark knot of people under the tree, the sway of bodies and the mingling of conversation and song. One song about taking the last train from São Paulo. And another where the haunting refrain is “Não Deixe O Samba Morrer.” Don’t let the samba die. The people were made of samba, the famous song says. Don’t let it die. And listening in the Trancoso Quadrado, that moon still very much on its rise, I’m embraced by the scents and rhythms of the essential Bahia, feeling glad to have been shown it so intimately, and quite confident that it will survive. ®

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01 Ask the concierges at Uxua to arrange an excursion with Roberto and his first mate Uruca, who will happily teach you traditional Bahian fishing techniques.

02 Trancoso follows the rhythm of the Quadrado, which, in the evening, is lit by torches and comes alive with music.

03 Don’t be fooled by the modest appearance of O Cacau, a restaurant on the Quadrado where Dora Miranda cooks up Bahian dishes like acarajé (a ball of bean flour fried in palm oil), served with vatapá (purée of shrimp, coconut and garlic).

Uxua Casa Hotel

Wilbert Das, former artistic director of the Diesel brand, chose a Bahian theme for his Uxua Casa Hotel with its 10 fishermen’s houses revamped by local artists (tatajuba panels, lampshades made of coconut fibre) and its pool studded with aventurine (a quartz stone typical of Bahia). Reserve the Seu Pedrinho Casa; its Dutch doors lead directly to the centre of Trancoso, allowing you to take part in village life (impromptu soccer games included).

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Trancoso Via São Paulo

Air Canada offers the only daily non-stop service to São Paulo from Toronto. Convenient connections to Porto Seguro are available with local carriers. Trancoso is then just a short drive away.



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Jim Sanders

Sunday, June 10th 2012 15:32
Loved to read your travel report about the south of Bahia! For me this region reflect the real Brazil, not overhyped big cities as Rio De Janeiro and others. Places like Trancoso seem to have stopped in time! Everybody should visit Bahia one in their lifetime!
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