Ilha grande was about a 4 hour transfer from Rio and when we got there it was beautiful, a vehicle free island it with jungle climbing the hillside, it had images similar to Thailand.
We stayed one night at a hostel and then the following day Andreas managed to get us an apartment right by the port and the heart of the action, complete with kitchen and outside area, great for us especially as Andreas is a trained chef! A couple of bad weather days had us stuck in the apartment but we still put on a good dinner party and drank the day away.
We had one good day on which we managed to hire a boat for the day (thanks again to Andreas). On the whole fishing days tend to be more hit and miss but a couple of hours in we had manged to get a few hooked then Mike landed a massive 'Covina' a fish readily sold in the markets.
We moved to another site and I manged to catch two fish on one line and then the boat driver went crazy rushing round the boat throwing his line in. We managed to find a school of snapper which were eager to feed and we turned into a proper fishing vessel with all of us pulling in snapper after snapper to the point that the boatman told us to slow down and we were actually throwing them back in.
That night we dined on snapper and for the next day too! After five days we left the island, it was a really relaxing few days and on our return to Rio we took in a bit of sight seeing and prepared for the dreaded journey back to England where we had heard it had been snowing!
So with the weather turning against us a little, ie rain and cloud which ruled out sight seeing the famous Christ on a Hill we headed off to the paradise island of Ilha Grande with another couple of guys we'd met at the hostel. Mike from England and Andreas. Andreas a few nights previously had invited me to go to a Favella party warning me that I should not take camera, large notes or anything else of value which of course got me excited to go (not). Andreas had however been there many a time, spoke pretty much fluent portuguese and knew people in there, so i decided to go. The taxis don't enter, the police do go there and people carry guns so i was intrigued to say the least. When we got out the taxi it was just like a scene from Bangkok, narrow streets and allies, bikes everywhere zooming inbetween people swarming the streets, rubbish littering the floor and noise. We immediately got on mototaxis and took in a tour of the favella, it ended up quite a amazing night seeing a slightly different side that most tourists would do and by more we were dancing by huge soundsystems whilst men walked through the crowd with AK47s strapped to their backs!