I love talking about flying saucers, extraterrestrials, and all those 
topics that make you either a very interesting person or a huge subject of jokes.
I spent Carnival with friends in Peruíbe, on the southern coast of São Paulo – a place that isn’t exactly “Wow, this will be my wallpaper,” but the sea and good company are a combination that rarely goes wrong. And, looking for an interesting itinerary, that’s when I 
discovered that Peruíbe is one of the main points of ufological tourism in Brazil.
The first curious place I visited was the Castelinho do Alemão, at Prainha, a medieval-style construction built by a supposed Nazi that today houses a misplaced pastel kiosk. Legend has it that the man kept his own mother imprisoned and conducted genetic experiments.
I entered the property against the wishes of the kiosk owners and followed as far as the overgrown brush allowed. There was a tower, a stronghold, original windows with stained glass. Everything very mysterious, and it’s worth going there if you like oddities like I do.
I tried to visit the famous ruins of Abarebebê, a portal that is said to lead to another dimension and is surrounded by 
supernatural lights at night. In fact, it’s the remnants of one of the first churches in Brazil where indigenous people were catechized, all very abandoned, total discouragement.
There’s also the Island of Snakes, with its five snakes per square meter, making visitation impossible. The explanation, according to those who defend the legend, is that the snakes would be guardians of an energy supply station for interplanetary ships. It wasn’t 
this time that I joined that group.
My frustration of not having a ufological Carnival ended when, during a poorly slept night, I saw in the sky a white light moving at an infinitely greater speed than any airplane or shooting star. It went back and forth in my field of vision and simply disappeared into the darkness of the night. It was just a taste. Maybe extraterrestrials aren’t really into Carnival after all.
Source: viagemeturismo.abril.com.br, by Francine Michele