Caprioskas, Caprinhas and Cabbage
Trip Start Dec 29, 2009
37Trip End Dec 24, 2010
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El Diablo Tranquilo
Hope this finds everyone well. We have just arrived in Florianopolis, Brazil and it is RAINING.. so i am taking this time to write to my favourite people!
Well i have been a teeny bit slack with this but fear not, tis only because we have been in one place the past week! better for an overview i say, especially seeing as though it was a beach town, numerous updates might be tres boring.. ie today emily and i got up at midday, went to the beach, slept, had caprioskas, ate empanadas, and drunkily passed out. the end... not so interesting past day 1! Plus, it was sunny. enough said.
So Punta del diablo was GORGEOUS
Far far better than Punta del este, for numerous reasons:
1. More hammocks
2. less people
3. More empanadas
4. Less gold coast
5. We could afford to venture past the hostel
6. Caprinhas caprinhas caprinhas
7. Can anyone say beach bar?
and many more..
We arrived off the bus after an easy 3 hour journey on the bus from punta del este... seeing as though our latest ones have been between 12 and 16 hours, 3 hours was childs play. Em and i have mastered the art of falling asleep anywhere... sand, rock, sitting up, sitting down, standing, on the bar, on the beach, in a hammock, on a horse... needless to say we find the buses quite comfy and a welcome relief from hostel mattresses
Speaking of buses, you will all be pleased to know yet again that the brazillian buses are again different and i have yet another bus story for my next entry.. ooooh exciting, stay tuned!
Anyway, we arrived off the bus (wow this might be a long entry!) and we were excited to find
a) a chorizo bbq at the bottom of the step!
and b) the cutest, buzziest little beach town known to man
quaint little wooden huts line the street and as the bus drops you at the top of the hill, we could see straight over the shops down to the sea. we knew we had to follow the path to get to our hostel, so off we went, me looking like a giant purple people eater in my monstrous purple outfit (Stay tuned for photo, egg on stilts to the max) down the sandy road.. this town was not made for cars but somehow they manage to squeeze it all in.
noticeable difference to punta del este are that it has zero high rises, zero atms, maybe 5 restaurants, no high flyers, tiny amounts of children thank god, and loads of 20 somethings seeking a chilled out beach holiday. our hostel, El Diablo Tranquilo (perfect name) was just a block off the beach and had hammocks hanging on both balconies, and it had a seperate bar actually on the beach with a great little menu, sangrias freely available and cool reggae bands playing all day. the day we left it opened a new wing of the hostel just above the bar so it was brand new... i would definately book in to stay there again in the beach wing.
we ran into a whole bunch of aussies at the hostel.. quite refreshing to speak some aussie lingo! naturally you dont want to spend your whole trip with australians but it was good fun to have a big night with them
another noteable australian we met was maybe the funniest, nicest person we have met on our travels. he is a lone traveller called brett, we had actually met him early on in buenos aires one night and had a game of pool, but he was a little inebrieated and i think fell over half way through our game so we never spoke to him that much. he posses that pizzaz you need to be a lone traveller... ie able to make friends with a tree and very likeable straight way. anyway on our first night in diablo we ran into him.. in hindsight it couldnt have been a better introduction... he was dancing in the street next to a run down car which was blasting samba music with some locals (this scenario is not uncommon anywhere in south america so we didnt think anything of it... until we noticed an aussie was involved!) and rapidly drinking from a litre bottle of rum
and so brett became our big brother during our stay. he managed to step on a massive shard of glass and slice his foot to pieces. did he bandage, keep it wrapped or clean it?? nope. but doctor emily managed to convince him to borrow some betadine. he used it and then walked bare foot back to tent to get some thongs. men!
so during our stay we drank, slept, tanned and partied through punta del diablo. loved it. there are little huts on the beach where you can buy a homemade pizza which they give to you on wooden board, and caprioskas, beers, hotdogs, sandwiches etc, and we would buy lunch for a few dollars and sit under our umbrella for lunch, then fall asleep for a siesta very full and sun tired
anyway the surf lesson was hilarious!! before you wonder, yes people, yes, we both stood up! unfortunately we almost killed brett. we borrowed a long surfboard from the hostel, ie a huge massive heavy learners board, it was so heavy em and i had to both carry it down to the beach... and then one of us would take out bretts board and brett would help the other get out to the break on the big board.. it being so heavy we couldnt get over/under/around the white wash in near the shore. and then we swapped. but BOY did he have his work cut out for him. we merrily would sit on the board and he pulled and pushed and ducked us under the waves for about 40 minutes each... he would literally push us onto the wave.. and we would fall off.. and then patiently wait while he bodysurfed in to get us and take us allllllllll the way back out... and so on. it did make surfing very easy. at one point he said.. "nikki, you do have to paddle at some point". ahhhh.
after brett died on the beach into a coma em and i skipped off for our second activity... horse riding by sunset! it was beautiful. gorgeous. spectacular and the best activity we have done so far! a guy called fabian picked us up at our hostel on horse back with 2 in tow. we trotted off and did a big loop up over the hill of diablo and onto the next beach. we then stopped off in a little clearing and the horses wandered off for a break and we had some wine and biscuits and chattted a little with fabian. he lives in a wooden house in diablo with his kids and zero electricity. crazy. after the vino we ... now merrily... trotted some more down to this looong secluded beach with no one on it... and whipped our horses into a long beautiful gallop on the sand...it was so fun and so peaceful and it gave you one of those amazing rushes of freedom.. eventually we went back to the road, our cheeks flushed from the cool air, very happy, very tired jockeys. fabian dropped us back at about 10pm and after a bottle of red and some pasta ala nikki we exhaustedly fell into bed to get some rest before we had to get up and pack to leave the next day
all in all diablo was great fun, and will be sorely missed
we awoke the next day with verrrrry sore muscles from the horses and the surfing.. em has a picture of her "surfing injury"... and off to brazil we went....
a very long entry! more to come...
miss you all