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... 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 ...
... peppers, beans and onions, also peas and corn in what looked like cornmeal. Dave Moore made it back from Salvador. We took a second trip over to the ocean and I took some pictures of Dave.
We were then transported by Van back to the motel but on the way a drunk staggered into the road and fell headfirst into the gutter. We made a 911 call for him. We arrived at the motel and were told we would leave at 8 AM for church.
... 8220;shes no oil painting but DEFINATELY a chick”
Wayde – Still batting zero.
Night 6 - Salvador
Woke up late ready for a feed and more sleep. After a massive failure ordering one pizza instead of two and ordering peas on one half, corn on the other, the guys didn’t do much at all apart from staying up later than wanted, trying to figure out where to stay and how to get to Morro De Sao Paulo on a broken net ...
... and raring to explore. And after just a short stroll down into the Old Town we bumped into a fellow pale tourist whom we'd become partially acquainted during our 'Praca da se' taxi fiasco the night before. We got chatting and she made us feel like second class samaritians, going on to explain that in just her second month traveling South America, she'd just set up her second charity. This one to help struggling vandals/crimms/artists express their creativity positively with ...
... me and my friend are looking for a new place....turns out we found a new place together and hung out with them.
Pat and i spent another 2 nights at the new hostel which we got a huge room two ourselves but never slept much as it was right above the streets where the booming music was. We seemed to have the same beat of the song stuck in our head for the week. After having enough of the more quiet family carnival of Pelourinho, we ...