It was the best of times,it was the worst of times
Trip Start Feb 14, 2011
18Trip End May 05, 2011
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I went out for my morning smoke (myeah stopping is not that easy when consuming this amount of alcohol :-) ) and started talking to a guy who was also having a smoke there. His name was Paulo from Sao Paulo. Told him I needed to go in to town to get a busticket to Sao Paulo and he had to do the same. We walked there and talked a bit more. Decided to take the same bus. He was there with his girlfriend visiting from Russia.
We decided to go to Trinidad together for the day. Took a shuttle there and it was very nice indeed. White beach in the middle of nowhere. We took a swim, laid back on the beach and enjoyed the view. For lunch we had some fried shrimp. Apparently they dont peal them here, they just take off the head and fry it like that. I was sceptic at first but it turned out to be survivable. Not as tasty as when they're pealed though.
Went back to the hostel on the local bus to prepare to head to Sao Paulo. On the bus where some local kids having loads of fun. One of them was playing some music and the others were dancing to the beats. They caught a glimpse of me and all the sudden the girls decided they wanted to kiss me. It was a very strange experience but my father always told me integrating was something to strive for ;-)
Once in the hostel the Nathalia, the russian girlfriend was quite stressed about getting to the bus station in time - admittedly the taxi was about 30 minutes late. All ended well though as the racing taxi got us to the station 8 minutes before departure; loads of time left :-)
We got on the bus and I realised that I had left the information for the hostel in my bag, which was in storage. Asked Paulo if he could ask the bus driver at our next stop if we could get the paper out so I could call the hostel. I hadnt received confirmation from the hostel itself, only from the booking site so I was getting a bit worried as we were arriving in Sao Paulo around midnight. Not the safest environment at that time of day apparently. Turned out we couldnt get the paper out. I got more stressed. Paulo reassured me I could sleep at his place if everything went wrong.
When we got to Sao Paulo it was about 23.30. Got the paper out and asked Paulo to call the hostel with his cell. No answer - number does not exist. Stress level yellow. Paulo got on the phone with his dad, apparently he lives with his parents and he did not know me so he was not a fan of the crashing on the couch idea. Stress level red. Paulo clearly wanted to leave with his father at that point, Nathalia offered some other hostel information. Called that one - got a guy speaking a language no one spoke. Panic. I had to decide what to do now. The logical thing would've been going to the hostel by taxi and have him wait. I was not thinking logically. The fear of the stories of robberies spun through my head. I pictured myself in a gutter with a knife in my belly. What if the taxi left me somewhere and I couldnt get another one? How safe was the location of the hostels? Ended up getting a taxi to the main hotel street which seemed the safest location. Tried to get in to an Ibis hotel - 100 reies but safety. Ibis was full. Tried the next one, also full. The only option left was the Mercure. Cost me 450 reies for one night for a room full of things I didnt need. In addition they didnt even give me the smoking room I asked for. Took a shower and went to bed.
Not the best of days.
I felt like going home at that point and running away from it all.
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