Showing posts with label Fernando de Noronha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fernando de Noronha. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

The BIG Question about Fernando de Noronha

If visions of my pale body flopping behind a boat haven't dissuaded you from wanting to experience Fernando de Noronha, I heartily support anyone remotely interested in visiting "Brazil's Hawaii" and will continue to explain a bit more about our trip including how much we paid (gasp!) for this whole venture. Yes, I am going to talk about the forbidden topic. Yes, it was expensive. Yes, it's a Brazilian rite of passage. Yes, it's worth every penny.

Before we could book our rooms on the island, we needed to have our airline tickets purchased. Luckily for us, we could fly directly there from Recife in under an hour. We used GOL airlines, and the kids (ages 2 and 4) were considered a discounted price. So tickets cost us 2,518.00 USD respectively; 2 adults for 383.00, 2 kids for 230.00. Maybe we got a good deal, maybe not- but if you find a cheaper flight, I don't want to know. Can't spoil the fantasy, now can we? I will admit that the GOL website wouldn't accept our credit cards and ended up paying via PayPal.

I sent on this information to reserve our rooms at Lenda Das Aguas. We paid around 3000 USD for 3 rooms (the kids, in-laws, Mark and myself) for 7 nights, about 142 USD/room/night. Not too shabby! The rooms included breakfast (fruit, cereal, meat and cheese plates, eggs, pastries, juice, tea, coffee) AC, and mini fridge, and the occasional wireless Internet. We were warned the satellite in FDN is tricky sometimes. Our rooms were cleaned daily, and the staff could make reservations or inquiries on our behalf. Despite getting gouged by the falling window pane, I was pleased with their service and attention given to our kids. Since we went through Your Way, I wired the money directly to her, and she followed up with payment (and she does not charge any fees).

Once this was completed, Mark and I could breathe easy for a few months. A few days closer to the trip, we knew we'd have to pay a Nature Tax and the rate varies by the number of days on the island. The good news is, kids under 18 don't pay. Seven days equaled about 115 USD per person. It seems all normal people can pre-register online and print out the forms ahead of landing. I did that, but the documents I produced couldn't be found in the system- so they had to register us again before handing over our credit card (cash works too). All this took place at the airport. They do hand you forms on the plane to fill out if you don't do it ahead of time. I was strongly advised NOT to lose these receipts of payment; they are proof to get off the island too and I had to show them to multiple people before even passing security.

Of course once on the island, you need to purchase a national park entry card if you want to enjoy their trails and beaches. A fee equivalent of about 66 USD gets you 10 days of adventure if you are a non-Brazilian resident. Again- keep the cards with you. If you register to do some of the fancier guided activities, like doing the boat tours, hiking certain trails or swimming at Praia de Atalaia (protected water where you can't wear sunscreen or touch the ocean bottom to due a delicate ecosystem) you need the cards.

With plane, hotel, taxes, and cards paid for we were free to roam the island. Luckily Fernando de Noronha is a remarkably easy island to navigate. It has one main paved road, with various rocky dirt trails that divert to trail heads and beaches. During our week we used the public bus (around a dollar a person/ride) and the occasional taxi to navigate the bigger stretches of travel (7-15 bucks/ride) and hiked for the rest.  Mark and I put the kids on our shoulders, and off we went. Other people chose to rent dune buggies a raucous form of fun and noise as their form of travel. Personally I loved the idea of easier access, but loved the idea of built in exercise more. On average we walked five miles which included some moderate hiking up/down to the beaches. Every day we'd come home coated in dirt, staining our flip flops and clothes with an earthy brown.

There are maybe 3 grocery stores on the island and all easily walkable. I neglected most of what was on offer here, with exception to purchasing 5L bottles of water and snacks. Instead we loaded up on breakfast, snacked through lunch, and tried a different restaurant every night. A few, I might add we came back a few times for desserts on "date night" if I stayed awake past 8pm. Independently owned restaurants, each had their own style and various menus. Luckily, we received a handy list of Adriana's favorite restaurants and the ones we tried were great. The ones not on the list were meh. I think we spent an average of 100-150 dollars/day on food for everyone. 

The boat tour was mind blowing. It blew our minds so much, we went back for more. For the price of 60 bucks/person, a shuttle picked us up at our hotel, we enjoyed a boat ride that covered the length of the island, an hour of snorkeling or swimming off a beach only accessible by guide, and a meticulously prepared lunch. Again- Worth. Every. Penny. My belly became round and happy eating sashimi, baked fish, fried fish, crabs, veggies and fruit. Even the kids ate it! Even Mark ate it. 

I suppose equipment rental added up a small sum, 6 dollars/day for snorkel and fins, 4 dollars/day for an umbrella and 7 dollars/day for chairs. But we didn't do this everyday. Some beaches offered natural shade while others simply didn't offer anything at all. To us, it was a matter of enjoying the environment and heat with the resources we had. And lots of sunscreen. I slathered one liter's worth of sunscreen on my family during the week. 

Before we add up the grand total, just for sticker shock, I would like to mention the many free activities we did enjoy: a recently added playground in the "downtown area," a lesson on turtle management with real researchers and real turtles, child friendly hikes and swims including big waves and tidal pools.  We visited old churches, cannons, and the historic square where prisoners would receive their punishments. Apparently during the early 1900s Fernando de Noronha served as a prison, especially of the political kind. The kids loved relaxing in hammocks, burying each other in the sand, and visiting the Shark Museum. Even though the island (at least during January) is rather dusty with hibernating greenery, we got to rub our feet in some real grass too, just outside the museum. The open space is dotted with iron sculptures that flocks of tourists pose and dance around. Seriously, I saw a group of Brasileiros whip out their articulating selfie sticks, dancing around with utter abandonment. 

In total? A week in Fernando de Noronha cost my family of four: 6,200 USD in my estimate. It was magical. Hot and sticky. It was momentous and fun. It was trip also done in the honor of Mark's grandmother who passed away July 2014. She'd highly approve. 
Keeping a watchful eye.
Praia do Meio.
Nap time on Praia Cacimba do Padre.
Passed. Out.
Adolescent turtle weighing in at 60 kg, or 132 pounds
and 2.5 foot shell length.
TAMAR researchers hanging on for dear life.
PS: I love this man's beard.
Pedra de Urso (Bear Rock)
Right before he got taken out.
Praia Cacimba do Padre
Small mouth grunt fish, often mimicked by
the yellow goatfish as a form of protection. 
Right out of Finding Nemo.
I moved, they moved. 
Baia dos Porcos.
Score 2 for mom.
Passed. Out.

Useful sites

Ecotourism planner:  http://www.yourway.com.br/

Fernando de Noronha government and information on the Nature Tax: http://www.noronha.pe.gov.br/

Boat/SCUBA/Planasub tour company (there are many more ready to show you a good time):
www.trovaodosmares.com.br/

Noronha turtle project: http://www.tamar.org.br/

Brazil's conservation organization: http://www.icmbio.gov.br/portal/

Hotel we stayed in: http://www.pousadalendadasaguas.com.br/acomodacoes/index.html

Beach info: http://www.world-insider.com/practical-travel-guide-for-fernando-de-noronha/

Yellow grunt fish research: http://www.biotaneotropica.org.br/v4n2/en/fullpaper?bn02704012004+pt





Monday, January 26, 2015

Fernando De Noronha- A Sign of a Good Vacation

Maybe I set the bar too low, but to me, a sign of a good vacation is when...

I arrive to my hotel room every day, with a singleminded obsession of showering off a day's worth of toddler smear, sweat, and dirt, yet forgetting to shave my armpits or pluck my sprawling unibrow. A good vacation is when I'm too tired to drink a beer, worry about scanty internet, or stress about paying for a dessert that is twice the price of dinner. It's when my family successfully avoids sunburns, food poisoning, or hideous injuries; which depending on perspective, we either avoided by the skin of our teeth- or failed: Mark and his epic toe stub where he ripped off a dime sized portion of skin; the thigh gash I received when a window pane crashed in our bathroom shower; or my mother-in-law's tragic black eye when she tripped and fell while hiking to the beach. (Don't worry, she's fine.) On the other hand, I know it's a good vacation when I see my children try new stuff and actually enjoy it: eating seafood, getting buried in the sand, swimming in open waters, even snorkeling.

All this (and more) was accomplished on my family vacation to Fernando de Noronha, an island located 220 miles from the coast of Brazil. Check any Brazil travel guide, this island is easily rated in the "Must See Top 10" with its ridiculously clear water, diverse sea life, and dreamy beaches. It didn't take much convincing to make the commitment.

Normally, we enjoy the challenge of finding our own adventures and places to stay, but found on initial searches it was difficult to find what we were looking for: a place to sleep the in-laws, kids, and ourselves. Preferably with AC and without visiting tarantulas. Quiet enough for our kids to fall asleep, but with enough white noise to keep them asleep. Turns out, these ideals didn't exist unless we shelled out $2,000/night- in which we'd also get a maid and butler. But the beach side mansion was booked anyway. Then we turned to "mid range" and "budget" options but became overwhelmed and bored with reading vague hotel reviews, and feeling nervous about finding something that would keep the whole family happy. So Mark ended up using a ecotourism planner named Adriana, to assist us in bookings. Her site is called Your Way and showcases handpicked resources for all budgets and tastes, and offers to set up as many or as few activities you would want. We're talking any activity you could conjure up: snorkeling, surfing, SCUBA, yoga, hiking, biking, jeeping, turtling, boating. Her story is adorable and filled with all sorts of do-good, heart warming, love the environment can-do attitude. We liked that- and thus our email relationship began. I didn't know at the time just how authentic and helpful this woman would end up being. She was amazing.

She set us up with three rooms at Lenda Das Aguas for the win. It ended up being a perfect setup with the basics: breakfast, hammocks, AC, and space for the kids to roam and play. There were little things too: a long clothesline to hang up the day; coffee with cookies every afternoon; fresh cut flowers on our pillows; and free range access to their kitchen or computers should we need them.

At Adriana's prodding, we signed up to do a boat ride with the company Trovao Dos Mares (amazing!) that included a bonus activity of snorkeling with a rope tow. Mark and five others took the first round, expertly jumping off the boat, breathing and swimming like dolphins to depths of 12-15 feet. The pull lasted only about 15 minutes and everyone emerged exultant and satisfied. Then it was round two. My fellow snorkelers gracefully plunked in the water immediately gliding into the crystal clear water. The guide took one look at me, laughed, and readjusted my mask with a sharp yank on the strap that my eyeballs almost popped out. Mark yelled "stay calm and you'll be fine" as I sprawled in the water, missing the last rung of the ladder. I understood my task at hand, but couldn't quite find the same rhythm as the others: while they spied thousands of fish, soared above blossoming reefs and encountered the mysteries and secrets of an old shipwreck, I enjoyed an instantly fogged mask and lock jaw on my snorkel straw as I fought to breathe through the salt water assaulting my nasal passages; I felt the sea simultaneously cool and warm my chest as the pull of the water yanked my halter bikini top down- which I couldn't do anything about lest I let go of my tow. I saw bubbles, shadows and the pale bodies of my sea-mates floating below me as they explored the depths. Fifteen minutes later, with bloodshot eyes and cramped hands, I gurgled my way back to the boat exultant in my own way.

Would I do it again? Ok, maybe. I also would consider this a sign of a good vacation.

Eastern view of Morro de Pico.
Bird poop can be so beautiful. 
Things seen on boat ride:
1 dolphin x 700 others and their babies.
Seriously.
Things seen on boat ride: Dois Irmaos
and western view of Morro de Pico.
The water- I'm not even kidding. 
He's four and a better snorkeler than me.
Me: clearly not understanding the purpose of the snorkel.
Bury her. Unbury her. Bury her. Unbury her. 
Pre black eye and thigh gash, but post toe stub.
View of Praia do Leao, where turtles lay their seasoned eggs.