Days 12 - 13: Paraty, Brazil

Trip Start Sep 23, 2013
Trip End Ongoing

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Flag of Brazil  , Rio de Janeiro,
Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Day 12 - lazy hangover day and finally a Brazilian BBQ

Today we awoke feeling the effects of last nights caipirinhas! Fortunately, Backpackers hostel is the perfect place to spend a hungover day. The hostel, run by an incredibly friendly Argentinian called Pablo, is renowned for producing one of the best hostel breakfasts on the continent. The spread covers a long table in the dining/living area and includes various types of bread, smoothies, hams, eggs, brazillian things (including Kellys favourite - toffee spread) and just about every fruit you can think of. People who say a fry up is the best thing for a hangover are wrong, Pablo´s breakfast followed by a lazy day in a hammock is! Its also really worth noting here that despite her playing extremely well, I beat Kelly at Scrabble. 
Pablo also cooks an optional meal every evening for about R$ 20 (4 quid). He also makes up a huge vat of caipirinha that enjoys whilst they sit around and eat. Tonights was Brazilian BBQ! Brazilians eat late and by 9pm, as Kelly and I watched him cook what looked like dinosaur sized steaks on the BBQ, we were ravenous. Needless to say it was worth it and we headed out to the second night of the festival feeling pretty full. We nursed a few drinks and watched the main music act but decided to call it a night fairly early. 

Day 13 - Beach day, natural swimming pools and the worst bus journey yet!

We woke up to blue skies and so straight away jumped on the bus to the nearby town of Trinidade, famous in the area for its clear waters and rocky coastline. Here we met John Lennon lookalike, Albert, who spent the morning with us swimming in the crystal clear waters and basking on the beach. 

After a quick lunch we headed off to find the much talked about `piscina natural´. Unfortunately this turned out to be a lot further away we expected - about 3km through mountainous jungle. I´d trodden on a barnacle during the kayaking expedition and cut the bottom of my right foot, which then opened up on the trek. Things then got worse when my right flip flop broke with about a kilometer to go. Our friend, Sean came to my rescue and lent me his and we finally got to the natural swimming pool that is made by rocks damming seawater in a large pool. By this time I was in quite a lot of pain and fortunately a taxiboat was at hand to whisk us back to the main beach. 

Looking forward to a shower, we queued at the bus stop, damp, sandy and in Kellys case barefoot (she´d lent me hers). Thinking we´d been lucky we grabbed the last seats on the bus. They weren´t together but the bus filled up and we were happy. That was until it became clear that Kelly was sat next to a very drunk guy who would frequently stand up and shout something loudly in Portuguese that the rest of the bus found very funny. At one point he even loudly broke wind during a particularly amusing outburst! Finally he fell asleep but even then his head kept lolling onto Kelly´s shoulder. 

Despite there being a few calamities it had been a great day we slept very deeply that night. 
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