Hotel Gabriela Costa Do Sauipe

... airport and a flight back to the scene of the crime in Salvador! All in the space of nine hours! Nothing of significance happened on but I have to tell you about the most glorious thing I have seen so far in Brazil. The flight from Rio to Salvador took off at sunrise, 6am, perfect time to be soaring above one of the greatest cities in the world, so they, whoever they are, say! The sky was light blue and creamy from the breaking morning sun. The ocean below changing from cold ...

... the t-shirt to get in, I danced along side for over 2 hrs. He played with a local DJ - D+, so there were only snippets of the F B Slim that we know and love (and the infrequent rendition of ´Love is in the air´??) but it was still good. This bloco sseemed to be the most crowded of all the ones that I´d seen so after a while, I moved off the parade route and followed the Trio from the nearby beach. The smell of urine was fainter here - yay (because everyone was peeing into the ...

... que, apesar de ser da família, sou também um estranho (interagi com eles pela primeira vez esse ano), mas me tratam como se eu sempre tivesse estado lá. Não aprendi ainda a lidar com isso. Passei quatro dias em casa deles, incluindo o dia de natal, quando fui recrutado para representar o Papai Noel com disfarce completo... queimei feio a língua por ter falado mal dele em Aracaju. Queimei a língua em vários outros pontos na verdade ...

Hello again! It feels like for ever since we~ve been in touch. Yesterday we made it here, to an island off the Eastern Coast of Brazil. It~s divine, and so worth the 60 hours of bussing it took to get here! Yes that~s right, 60 hours, Brazil is HUGE. We didn~t even go the whole way across, or up, or down. Scarily we arrived to rain yesterday, and thought it was a terrrible mistake, but today the sun is out and it~s off to the beach - finally ...

... burnt half her face - I couldn´t help but sing anything from Phantom of the Opera to her... muhahaha! So we looked and felt like ****, and to save ourselves from the humiliation of walking around the town to get some dinner, we locked ourselves in our room and went without. Better say something about where we are - so here it goes! Praia do Forte is an eco-resort just north of Salvador. It has a cool turtle reserve thingy, and ...

... and freed African slaves that hung to the baron cliffs scattered with goat trails. Upon discovering the local museum one learns of its' history of bloody battles, exile of great warriors, and the sea-caused destruction of many ships. We also got the chance to meet Jonathan the Tortoise, St. Helenas' oldest inhabitant. Hidden within the walls of the old buildings that line the main street of the islands capital, James Town, are numerous stories of times gone by. How the island ...

... up with him for a Camarote and the final Bloco, although we lost hime in the crowd after 15 minutes. We met up on Thurs and he took us to a beach called Stella Maris. I haven´t surfed in months and my arms were about to fall off by the time I got out of the water.

... neighboring resort and her very camp friend. The thing I noticed about all the Brazilians, is that they always where flip flop and there wear little to nothing of swimwear. A couple of days later I also went into Salvador with my párents, this time by cab. Salvador contains more of the African history then the rest of the country and was at one time the capital, therefore it has looks of colonial history. So week past, two stone heavier and now in Rio. Which is fab...

The Carnaval (a week of national partying originally intended to be a "final fling" before Lent) in Salvador is in the Guinness Book of Records as the largest street party in the world. While not as outrageous or spectacular as the Rio de Janeiro Carnaval, it´s a lot more interactive - rather than watching a bunch of samba schools do their thing after months of preparation, everyone gets involved and parties around bands on massive slow-moving trucks. Three circuits around the city hosted ...

... to arrange getting the abadás for me and my two friends, and before we knew it, we party through the streets wearing hilarious t-shirts with colorful condoms decorating the front and a shower of condoms raining down from above! Shortly after parting from the Condom Bloco, I met some new Brasilian friends and stayed in the streets as pipoca (popcorn) until four in the morning watching in awe as the massive ...