One of the big carnival attractions here is the annual Bloco da Lama, the mud parade.
Saturday afternoon saw half the town saunter down to the distant end of the town beach, to the mangrove end where the sand gives way to thick dark grey mud.
Most just come to slide and plaster each other. But some turn up with animal bones, vegetation and kelp and create fearsome monsters from the mess.
They then parade into the historic centre screaming the bloc chant of Uga, Uga, Ra.
I didn´t jump in though. I had underwear rather than trunks and had visions of my M&S pants sliding off under the weight of the silt.
While the Brazilians wander around in very little – incliuding those bikinis of your imagination – there´s still a subtle code of decency. Top-less sunbathing is an absolute no-no.