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Booked my ticket to Sao Sebastiao to find final destination
was Santa Helena, somewhere not familiar – as tourist info refused to help,
checked myself on the net and turns out to be on the way to Iguacu – good job I
checked & will have to keep checking from now on in.
Quick plan B was to go to Santos for ...
... the free city bus to the Fan Fest, standing in line to get our wristbands for entrance to the Fan Fest and watching two bands and two games on the big screen- and it was BIG. Both great games and it was super fun to be there watching Brazil win (barely) against Columbia (although we were secretly cheering for Columbia!) and Germany beating ...
... achieved nothing more than lunch and a short walk around. Lunch was interesting though - thought we were getting competent here and ordered burgers and chips or so we thought. We were presented with some kind of chicken stuffed into a potato. Was very nice though.
And that´s it - were done in Curitiba. Iguaçu Falls tomorrow - just have to survive the 10 hour bus!
Beccie and Andy x
After bumbling our way through ordering a taxi, because we had no money, we had to get the taxi driver to stop at a cash machine then take us to the hotel we had booked. Of course we then didn’t have any small bills but the driver ran around to different palces to get change and then apologised to us for keeping us waiting! Our hotel was quite frankly a complete dive. The room was damp, there was a hole in the bathroom door, the shower was coldand the TV had ...
... moved into their new home before I left... and Alex seemed a changed man on his return from Sao Paulo, somehow refreshed and recharged. Nice.
And then, inevitably, it all started again. And this time I was ready with several days of sleep under my belt, a liver granted breathing space against the alcoholic tide and a resolve to make the absolute most of my remaining time in Curitiba. I was going to be invincible. Like the Black Knight. Not the Dark Knight. The ...