Rather than take another 5-hour car ride and then a ferry to Salvador, this time we opt for the small plane that leaves from a neighboring island owned by Fabio Perini, the man who holds the patent on the machines that perforate toilet paper. We are told he owns quite a bit of the island we stayed on as well, but so far he is content to not develop it — which, it turns out, is a blessing. It is pointed out that if someone less wealthy were to have purchased some of the acreage they would most likely have sold off some of the land for beach houses or development.
We load our luggage on to a dugout canoe:
Because it’s sort of low tide the canoe is needed to ferry us to a larger boat that takes us to the neighboring island, where there is a small runway amongst the palms. There is one man there, and no one asks for our tickets. Needless to say, there is no check in or security whatsoever.
