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Salvador, the first capital city of Brazil. Old, staid and conservative. What a contrast to Recife. So here I am wandering around the old city totally lost. Unfortunately it's easy to get your bearings because the elevator that takes you from the area around the port up eighty five feet to the top of the escarpment where most of the old town is, is the only modern building around. It sticks out like a sore thumb so you can always find your way back to it. There are so many beautiful ...
... as to what this local nutter was going to do. Thankfully he just joined us for a photo but the look in his eyes suggested he was on his way to pick up his shotgun. Not too worry, we were heading for our next attraction, a local juice bar.
The juice bar was where things deteriorated even more, if possible. Pedro's attempt at asking for a show of hands for who wants what flavour of juice was a farce; although not helped by Grafite grabbing two different ...
... The game itself was so exciting - the atmosphere, the crowd, the team's performance were all amazing and a little surreal. We had great seats (though toward the back of the stadium) with a huge Australian contingent and belted out such classics as 'Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi', Waltzing Matilda and the Home and Away theme tune. Such a close game (and we were winning for at least 3 or 4 minutes) but in the end we were defeated 3-2, although we are ...
... showed us round, we even got to see the showers and go on the grass!! A good day for Baafie.
Yesterday we met our new neighbours, an older French couple living in Belgium(!).
Today we did the most touristy thing imaginable, they went for a tour guide and asked us to join in. We walked through town and learned a lot about the years and dates and the awful awful portuguese who tortured the poor slaves here and the independence trololo.
The burning sun tired us out and ...