A Backpacker´s Morning

Trip Start Jul 06, 2005
Trip End Mar 10, 2006

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

A Backpacker´s Morning

Shawn - "Why is there someone´s leg overtop of mine?!?! What happened last night, quick, think man! Why, oh god why, is it so hairy?!?!" I try to jump up but in the tangle of limbs simply tumble to the floor in a heap; as I stand up my leg gives out and I fall over again. It´s asleep, there´s no-one in my bed....oooohhh it was MY leg. Phew!!

"Uggghhhhh - What time is it?"

The boys reply with wildly varying guesses, or more likely, groans of ignorance. You see the problem is, NONE of us bother with a watch anymore, and no-one even uses a clock or alarm. That said, it FEELS early in our windows-shut-for-the-air-conditioning room. Someone stumbles to the door, opens it and...CRASH, in comes the blinding stream of sunlight as the outside world once again forces its way in.

"Crap, what time are they serving breakfast until?"


Mark - "I´m going to go see if they´re still serving."

Mark and I stumble down in search of nourishment (neither of us have missed a free breakfast yet), anything to help wipe the taste of whatever godforsaken drink we´d been drinking the night before. Inevitably we´re followed by Tyler, and depending on the night before MAYBE Simon. All the hostels in Brazil are expensive, but they do tend to have a good free breakfast - at some ungodly hour of course. We manage to make our way through a couple of plates of food (ok, 4) and head back to bed for a bit.

Simon (unvaryingly Simon) - "Alright, so what´s the plan today boys?"

With this we manage to start rolling into action. Ok, so what to wear, what to where? We all start digging through bags and employing the age old smell test.

Anyone - "Ugh, this stuff is nasty, I REALLY need to do a wash!" (said for the third time this week).

Eventually, I manage to find something that has been sufficiently bagwashed (as described once before, this is the magical principal of backpacking where dirty clothes left in a backpack for a week or so somehow manage to come out servicibly clean.) As we come to life the barbs start to fly about who did what last night (and with whom?) and the world comes back into focus.

Now to shave. Nahhh, mañana - siempre mañana.

By now Mark should have the music rocking on the iPod/speakers set-up to get us going. We all (sometimes) roll through the shower, demolish a few litres from the twenty litre water jug that has become our habit, and stroll bravely out to face another day of...well, we have no idea, and thats all the fun of it!

Happy Valentines day to all, hasta la proxima. Besos de Brazil,


PS Despite all the evident debauchary we get up to by night, we do an IMPRESSIVE job of getting our arses up each day, and making full use of every precious one of them. Peace!

PPS Inspiration and basic idea for opening story credit goes to Hal Kirkland, AUS.
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