Hunt for fellow travelers

After one nights stay at hostel Rojas, it was time to move on, and find a hostel more geared towards travelers, and somewhere that had more of a community feel to it all. A little research produced one main option, Hostel Praça de Avore. the hostel was totally out of town, but turned out to just what we were looking for. On arrival we met Gerhard (a 25 year old south african, who'd been based at this particular hostel for 5months) and couple of other travelers which had also arrived the same day. after all the pleasantries Gerhard took us for a guided tour of the city. despite only doing this the previous day, it was still pretty cool to get some insider knowledge, and visited a couple of places sam and i had missed, one being the Altino Arantes building. the building had a viewing town at its highest point, from this point, it was possible to see the majority of Sao Paulo, it was breath taking. Providing a perfect opportunity to try and guage the vastness of the city, and take a few pics. contrary to common believe, one thing that became increasing apparent as we spent more time in the city, is that there is no feeling of danger within the city, night or day. everyone seems really laid back, and getting on with their own business. which i suppose is a little bizarre, given the reputation of the city.

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later that evening we experienced the Sao Paulo night life, which i must admit was pretty good. however i do have one problem, on entry to the club, your given a swipe card. You then use this card to buy your drinks, which they then credit the card with, to then settle the bill when you leave, by handing the card back. Now, i made a point of only buy 1 beer in this club, as i didnt have a clue what they were charging etc. Chuffed as hell with myself by the end of the night, i handed the card in, and got charged r$ 100 (equivalent of about 25 pounds). The reason for this ill treating was clearly the fact that Im a ¨gringo¨ meaning i instantly qualify for being abused. this time what had happened is the cheeky arse barman put about 12 additional drinks onto my card. FOOKER!!oh well, despite this, the night was comical.

cool art

good times

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