Since the first day we got to Camboriú with the Puma crew, I wanted to walk down this wooden path at the end of the beach. We ended up not having time until the very last day. It’s a shame, because it had one of the most amazing beaches I’ve been to—totally desserted, local surfers, people chillin’, plantain trees hanging out, it was like a zen tourist-free zone. The path went on past the beach we found, but we didn’t have time. I’d like to say it’s a “locals only” deal but you know that Fodor’s Travel or something wrote that up and your mom would totally dog-ear or post-it that page.
Oh well, such is life.