The spiritual soul of Northern Brazil is anything but stationary as sun-kissed, Skol-filled spectators seamlessly swivel around and serenely serenade one another as the Samba-beating tones – split intermittently by shrieking street sellers – of swaying singers saturate the star-ridden Salvadorian skyline. Eruptions of blues, greens, yellows, reds and purples emanating from scantily clad women and shining strobe lights, among others, transform the monochrome landscape. Wriggling through the labyrinthine-like streets in a haze of alcoholic dreaminess, the sights and the sounds of the past and present fuse into one. Shelter is near. The head can slumber. Osmosis can commence. Tomorrow is another day. Good Night, and Good Luck.