Quality Hotel & Suites Lakeside Brasilia

... about 1 metre long and very fat with a light brown skin marked with black triangles. Towards the end of the day we returned again to more hills, but these were mainly table-top hills, each upto 2 km long but only about 90 metres high. We are now parked up at another Posto for the night. 19th - On once again, still passing through a mixture of farmland and low hills with nothing really different from yesterday apart from a first. Today is the first day when we have not had any rain. One ...

... sie okazalo, ze odwiedze Brasilie gdzie mieszka to rzekl zebym koniecznie zadzwonil co tez uczynilem juz na lotnisku. Bedac w trudnym okresie (albowiem przeprowadzali sie wlasnie do nowo wybudowanego domu), w srodku tygodnia (a wiec podczas pracy) gosc przyjechal po mnie na lotnisko, poobwozil mnie po kilk hotelach a gdy sie okazalo ze nie ma miejsc (i to nie tylko w tych tanszch) znalaz mi poprzez zone taki ala-hotelik prowadzony przez jakiego jej kuzyna ...

... and got on the next flight, the 6am. I said goodbye to Alex and literally checked-in and boarded immediately. I even had three seats to myself so just slept the whole way there. PHOTO SETS HERE Brasilia So, I am now in Brasilia, where, after staying the night in a ****** and expensive hotel, I turned to CouchSurfing.com and am now staying at the place of a great girl called Ana. A self-employed physiotherapist. She even cut me a key ...

... and other dishes that kept arriving at the table, all of them delicious and none to be missed. The restaurant was full of holiday family tables, children everywhere, and a neat play room in the back for them, with closed-circuit TV to keep the parents' eyes on them. We staggered back to the Bings' to rest until supper, in which we were joined by Beto's brother Ever. On Friday, Beto's sister Carla kindly took the whole day to drive us and her parents to Gramado, a ...

... A small armadillo wandered at the edge of the muddy track, a large lizard stood calmly posing for the cameras and monkeys made their presence known, but moved too quickly for good photos. Our swim in the river was short, but good and on the second occasion hampered slightly by the speed of the river. When we were tubing the current was welcome and enhanced the experience, although it was rather calm by comparison to the bubbling river we experienced in the ...

... Nordeste, qui vont travailler 24h/24 pendant 3 ans. 3 ans pour une ville classée patrimoine historique en 1987 (seulement 27 ans après son inauguration) ; 3 ans pour une ville qui déclenche les commentaires dithyrambiques des guides et des spécialistes ; 3 ans qui firent de 3 hommes des démiurges, demi-dieux créateurs ; Brasilia, ou 3 ans pour un chef d'oeuvre. A voir. Le plan de Brasilia a été imaginé par Costa. 1 avion : 1 queue, 2 ailes, 1 nez. Dans la queue ...

... into sectors...my hotel being located in the South Hotel Sector (Setor Hoteleiro Sul). Even within the sectors, things are divided. The one and two star hotels located in the center by the central freeway...the three and four star hotels a little bit farther out and finally the five star hotels the farthest away from the traffic and noise of the central city. Almost a little too planned out...even for us gringos. As always, more updates to follow.

Com fôlego para aguentar o Aeroporto. Darkes, Matheus e Willy até entraram no avião na hora certa, mas já dentro do avião vem a notícia ... Pane no Computador de Bordo ... Com as promessas da TAM de que o procedimento seria rápido ... acabaram saindo somente às 15:00 . Eu e Helena ainda aguardamos nossa partida , programada para as 21:40 ... pela GOL ...

... for a bribe to make it go away, which we hear is not uncommon in this country. Some time later we were well out of snacks and hungry as a mule (those hungry mules) so we got off at a brekky stop. And thank god we did cause it just so happened to be our stop that the driver had failed to warn us about, therefore saving us the trouble of going on to god knows where and trying to get back again. Another hour and a half bus ride later we arrive at our detination, slightly rattled and ...

... I could almost see myself in one of those carriages if my ancestors had been of a stricter faith or if my grandfather had boarded the wrong boat years ago and found himself in South America. So anyway, I made it to Campo Grande, a town of 800,000 in western Brazil where no one speaks English and few speak Spanish... I survived with sign language and furious waving of small denomination bills. Next stop Foz Do Iguacu, Brazil!!!