Pousada da Figueira Angra Dos Reis

... you should stop now cause i am going on. on my bus ride here it stopped many places along the way. i saw so much of the coast, so much beauty... so much poverty. whole towns of favels(slums), apartments in shambles, with out four walls, trashed, and people stacked on top of eachother. it rally moved me. ive been to mexico, ive seen proverty internationally before, ive lived in the bronx... i witnessed the povershed there. im educated and would like to ...

... international calling cards, lol... and does not mean that i am eating any sugar, they def have no donut shops here, lol. i hope liz and the nurses are laughing right now. anyways, i am going to attempt to hike to a secluded beach... and sit on my bum and read my book. big hug! and it was nice to hear from everyone, including Dr. Wardeh!!!! <br>ciao = okay i know 4 words.<br>ash

... and the refreshing and cool Atlantic water. We were completely alone. There are a few kioskos towards the end of the crescent, but we felt the wonderful euphoria that arises from being on a deserted tropical beach. <br><br>That evening, we had dinner at a pizzaria called "Crazy Madmen" while being serenaded by Whitney Houston. The guy who worked at the restaurant was an extremely nice dude (we ate there a couple of nights) and he loved his diva hits. After ...

... accentuate the chilled out atmosphere. For a start there are no cars on the island and its incredible how this seeming small change has a radical difference on the pace of life, secondly the unique Brazilian lifestyle is infused into everything here and the locals and their tanned flawless figures embody the healthy active lifestyle on the island. One day on the island I took the Caipirinha boat to the blue lagoon and a selection of secluded bays and met some really fun ...

... a relaxed little town, and yes, I´m back on cobblestones. How could I live two days without them. Here quite a few too-well-built black brazilian women drive around on mopeds, and I decided to call it wobblestones from now on. It is quite a sight. On Monday the weather cleared, and it was blue skies all over. I went for a boat trip on a schooner, and because it is a weekday, there were only 8 other people on a 12 metre ...

... to spend the day but truthfully the beach wasn`t the nicest. Way too much junk in the water and it was a bit weird having restaurants everywhere, but we made plans with our awesome roomates Rakinder, Cheryll and Nick to walk to a beach across the island called Lopes Mendes the next morning. On the way back to our rooms I stopped at the cake man to bring back surprise treats for the girls. The cake man is this guy with a massive cabinet on wheels filled with the ...

... had had. It was a very brazilian moment and I havent had too many of these in this trip. I have hanged around with many argentinians and spanish but not with brazilians&#8230;<br><br>Ilha Grande, green waters<br><br>I wake up ...

... turned out to be no chance of hitting rocks since the water was so deep. Nobody else unfortunately dared to follow me and climbing back up the rocks was somewhat more challenging, after the fourth time of trying more spectacular and ungainly jumps I got tired. I then unbended on a nearby rock in the pool for a while, listening to the birds songs and watched as the torrent crashed down above, refreshing me with her misty splash. Later ...

... but some sort of tropical forrest. Dan and I had made a couple of friends in Rio and they come to Ilha Grande with us. We deicded to all go on a walk thru the jungle type forrest. At first we thought we´d tackle one of the harder roots... luckily we didnt as the jungle gets pretty dark, humid and hot quickly! After trekking thru the forrest, like men posseed, tired, dehydrated, delierous and dishonrinated, we met ourt spirit guides..... I ...

... a day in Parnaioca expecting the rain to stop before going ahead. The camp site was not very crowded but there were some people to try to socialize, namely, 2 young Argentinian guys from Buenos Aires who were traveling during their school holidays and a middle aged American from Maine called Jeffrey who was traveling in Brazil for a couple of months. The Argentinian guys left by noon and I spent most of the time talking to Jeffrey, who was preaching on ...