Island time! Morro De Sao Paulo

Trip Start Feb 03, 2013
Trip End Ongoing

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Pousada on Beach #3

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Leaving Salvador / Day 1 Morro De Sao Paulo

Unable to sleep the night previous, Peg finds his silver lining in the fact that this is the 1st morning of carnival that he hasn't woken to Mattys foot in his face, covered in some brown substance from the previous night’s shenanigans. Still awake when the alarm rings he mentions he feels like arse and 20 minutes later is found throwing up in the toilet. Still it’s time to go so they head off in search of some food and tickets for the boat to Morro De Sao Paulo. Another success under their belt they quickly clean the black shit spread all over our floor and push as many dead soldiers as they can downstairs (Unfortunately there's not much you can do about the smell of 3 blokes in a crowded room for 6 Days of the biggest party ever) before the landlord arrives to check out the joint. Matty and Peg part ways with Wayde as he heads down to Florianopolis with some of his uni friends and Matty & Peg catch a 2 hour boat to the island. Again, the guys somehow managed to be at the maximum person cut off and are split onto separate boats.

Matty arrives first and waits for Peg, all the while being harassed by his new "taxi" mate to take his bags in his wheelbarrow to find some accommodation. Peg arrives soon after and they head off to find their new home. After sweating it out over steep arse hills, through shallow bits of ocean, back and forth to multiple locations (the boys puffing and panting while their taxi driver pushed their heavy bags in his wheelbarrow the entire time), they eventually settled on a resort style place with a pool, volleyball court and a big stage. Having finally got there, they grabbed the most expensive seafood platter they could find on the menu after haggling for a few free drinks to seal the deal. The bill came and they saw they were stung for the 'live music’ and forced “inclusive tip” before they head home for a late night unauthorised swim in the pool and off to bed.

Day 2 Morro De Sao Paulo

Having decided their place was not at all worth the resort style money, they left beach #3 and quickly found a nice little Pousada with a pool on beach #2 and went for a walk to beach #4 where they had previously been told they could snorkel in warm shallow baths at low tide with trapped tropical colourful fish and sea creatures. Having got there after a long walk, they made their way out to the deepest pool they could find (being about chest high at best!). Within only 2 hours burning in the midday sun they managed to spot 6 or 7 tadpoles and a small crab L. Unimpressed by this, they ventured out into the sea (Matty finding himself stuck in a shark net) where they were then able to witness some large rocks and 3 other disappointed looking tourists. They then walked back to beach #2, stopping in for a quick swim at their Pousada. At beach #2 (the party beach) they found some umbrella deck chairs and spent the afternoon drinking from coconuts and eating blocks of deep-fried cheese whilst watching the women have their feet washed and the sand brushed off their legs, while they sat there in their own filth, being totally ignored by the staff, no matter how much eye contact they made or sand they poured on themselves. With a bit a buzz on they then went back and had a swim in their pool with a couple of more Cervezas and then crashed out for a few hours before heading out for another seafood platter, this time half fresh / half paella style. A nice romantic walk along the beach involving fresh berries, vodka and ice ends in deciding not to attend the ‘white party’ and calling it a night.

Day 3 Morro De Sao Paulo

Having constantly being awoken throughout the night due to Peg’s disgusting, meaty cough, which had gotten nothing but worse each day since Salvador, Matty calmly suggests to Peg that it was perhaps time to pay the hospital a visit. Agreeing it could be time, they set off over the hills and far away for the hospital, Peg spluttering like an old Volvo. They agree that the doctor could take too long and they settle for a pharmacy on the way. Here, they gestured the symptoms, scattegories style and walked away with what they thought was the right thing for the job (they later google translated the packaging and decided to up the dosage by 3 x because this was a considerably bad cough). Despite Peg being still on his deathbed, they found a restaurant in the hills on the way home and had some icy beers (the 1st 2 beers the waiter brought out were ACTUALLY frozen) and a feed. Following this, the guys headed home and looked into the next few day’s activities, Matty over a few beers, Peg over a few shots of cough medicine, and eventually crashed out.
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