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5 ideas for Bahia guided tours

• Chapada Diamantina

  

  Right in Brazil’s center, Chapada Diamantina stretches out — raw, open. Waterfalls fall from stone ledges, caves vanish into silence. The place feels carved out of something older.

  Start with Cachoeira da Fumaça. The drop is high. You don’t see the bottom right away — it just disappears. Then the caves — Lapa Doce, Pratinha. Cold, quiet, light sliding across wet stone.

  Climb Morro do Pai Inácio. Not for the view, though it’s there — wide and sharp. But for the wind that greets you at the top.

• Salvador de Bahia

  

  Colors. Drums. The smell of spices in the street. Salvador de Bahia pulls you in slowly, then all at once.

  Wander the cobbled slopes of Pelourinho. Houses stand bright, one beside another. Some lean. The churches — heavy doors, gold ceilings. You stop often, not for anything in particular.

  In the square, capoeira happens without warning. Dance, combat, rhythm — all at once. Then there’s Farol da Barra, the lighthouse. The ocean stretches beside it. Sometimes orange at dusk.

  The music doesn’t really stop here. Neither do the stories.

• Lençóis Maranhenses, dune paradise

  

  Lençóis Maranhenses. Sand and silence. Then water, still and blue, tucked between the dunes. The pattern keeps shifting.

  Start in Barreirinhas. From there, ride into the dunes — 4×4 bouncing over white ridges. Lagoa Azul, Lagoa Bonita — both still enough to reflect your breath back at you.

  Down near Atins, the world softens again. Fewer people. Just sand, footsteps, wind. The park begins quietly there.

• Mangue Seco

  

  At the edge of Sergipe, the village of Mangue Seco waits behind the dunes. Not loud. No rush.

  The wind does most of the sculpting here. Sand pushes into hills. The village stays small — cobbled paths, houses with faded colors.

  Hop in a buggy. Let the driver decide the route — the desert has its own paths. Later, the Real River. A boat glides toward the mangroves, quiet animals moving just out of sight.

  Stay for a while. Walk the beach. Don’t count the hours.

• Itacaré

  

  Between jungle and sea, Itacaré stretches out like it forgot it was on a map. The waves are sharp, clean. The forest, thick and breathing.

  At Praia da Tiririca, the surfers move like they belong there. You watch them from the sand, or join. No pressure.

  Inland, Reserva da Sapiranga keeps its calm. Trees, birds, shade. Then Itacarezinho beach — not hidden, not loud — just there, waiting.

  By evening, Rua Pituba wakes up. Music, food, people who just met dancing like they didn’t.