A short bus from Paraty and a 15 minute speed boat brought me to the most idyllic location yet, largely down to its seclusion and secrecy.
There is no phone connection and there are no roads. The only way to reach it is by boat or kayak and then you’re off the grid.
The hostel manager kept asking me ‘how did you find out about us?’ and I realised it wasn’t to see what form of advertising was most successful for the business. The hostel isn’t on any social media or any hotel websites; the residents want to keep this place under wraps. She was asking in a ‘WHO TOLD YOU WE WERE HERE?!’kind of way.
Activities here included kayaking, climbing a mountain, eating at a restaurant in a mangrove forest, and my favourite past time – doing nothing. A hammock by the beach and Michelle Obama’s book kept me occupied.
The highlight was at nighttime when I went out into the water to see the glowing plankton with a small group from my hostel. We all stood waving our hands in the water, absolutely amazed by all the beads of light. One of the girls said ‘Hey look, the floor is sparkling… and so is the sky!’ And we all turned out heads up and gawped at the most densely starry sky I have ever seen.
FYI – I found Mamangua by doing a bit of research on the best beaches in the state of Rio and I found the hostel website. And I don’t think any of my five loyal readers in England (Hi Granma!) are going to spoil the secret anytime soon.