I think it was something I ate
Im razzing down south Brazil at a rate of knots I tell thee! Last time we met our intrepid traveller (thats me) she was about to go and dance around on a submarine with a load of sailors a la Cher singing 'If I could turn back time'...
Turns out the ship was a day late and therefore I probably had a lucky escape as the girl Id befriended had said they hadnt docked for 3 months and a lot of the sailors had been issued 'one for saturday, one for sunday, and one for luck' nudge nudge wink wink if youknowwarramean? (shudders)So no ta....
Braved Corcadorvo to visit the famous Cristor Rendentor but when I got up to the top of the mountain where he is perched it was covered in this eerie fog, right in a cloud and a bit un-nerving having the most famous MASSIVE statue of Jesus glaring at you biblically through the fog. I took some arty pics (well I think so) and will stick on here if i get a chance. Met up with my group and went for a few wines and listened to a brazilian man-woman duet with a penchant for Pink Floyd. Amusing.
The next day was super clear so before the bus set off from Rio I went up Sugar Loaf Mountain and it was ....dazziling. I mean, it was just pinch-yourself UNREAL. I was with two other girls, Holly & Jessica and the three of us just grinned like loons at the top. A really nice way to say Adios to Rio.
Arrived in Paratay where the more affluent Brazilians holiday. Has a really cute river that runs through the town- and when the tides are high half of the town takes on a Venice flooded street effect. But no gondalahs here. Lots of lovely beaches (just like from the old Bounty ads) that a bit of a boat trip reveals and the waters are greeny blue. When you swim in it the sea men chuck cooked rice around you so the fish swarm about you and hve a nibble.
Now due to the fact that Rio was a bit intense (yes Dave Devenport you were pretty on the mark with the whole hardcore Rio thing) I hadnt exactly been very drunk on this holiday- and time was cracking on. Roped Holly into a wine share over dinner and the end messy result was a new friend 'Gay Veetor from Rio, but lives in London as a Yoga teacher' that had found my new blonde friend staggering about in the loos of a brazilian 'disco' where she was hiding from all of the leery brazilians. An absolute love, he took both of us under his wing, plus some bloke he'd been eyeing up and our tour guide Siri, a venezualan. Oh I cant spell it but theres no spell check on this thing!
Anyway all end up back at his posh gaff dancing around wrecked til 530 am with Veetor doing headstands and showing off his yoga...
The next day on the way to Sao Paulo I had to get the tour bus to pull over while I was sick on the side of the road. The shame of it.
Had a bit of a lie down and then went up the tallest tower in Sao Paulo and in every direction as far as you could see... was Sao Paulo. I mean that place is effing VAST. And dangerous, and dirty. Not very fussed with the place but only had a day there yesterday so maybe I cant judge. The fact that Siri had led several tours through there and all she could say was 'Jesus Christ, I mean f*ck-inghell I hate this place it so intense you know???' might have coloured my winesoggy banging head. Who knows, as we hit Curachiba today...
Turns out the ship was a day late and therefore I probably had a lucky escape as the girl Id befriended had said they hadnt docked for 3 months and a lot of the sailors had been issued 'one for saturday, one for sunday, and one for luck' nudge nudge wink wink if youknowwarramean? (shudders)So no ta....
Braved Corcadorvo to visit the famous Cristor Rendentor but when I got up to the top of the mountain where he is perched it was covered in this eerie fog, right in a cloud and a bit un-nerving having the most famous MASSIVE statue of Jesus glaring at you biblically through the fog. I took some arty pics (well I think so) and will stick on here if i get a chance. Met up with my group and went for a few wines and listened to a brazilian man-woman duet with a penchant for Pink Floyd. Amusing.
The next day was super clear so before the bus set off from Rio I went up Sugar Loaf Mountain and it was ....dazziling. I mean, it was just pinch-yourself UNREAL. I was with two other girls, Holly & Jessica and the three of us just grinned like loons at the top. A really nice way to say Adios to Rio.
Arrived in Paratay where the more affluent Brazilians holiday. Has a really cute river that runs through the town- and when the tides are high half of the town takes on a Venice flooded street effect. But no gondalahs here. Lots of lovely beaches (just like from the old Bounty ads) that a bit of a boat trip reveals and the waters are greeny blue. When you swim in it the sea men chuck cooked rice around you so the fish swarm about you and hve a nibble.
Now due to the fact that Rio was a bit intense (yes Dave Devenport you were pretty on the mark with the whole hardcore Rio thing) I hadnt exactly been very drunk on this holiday- and time was cracking on. Roped Holly into a wine share over dinner and the end messy result was a new friend 'Gay Veetor from Rio, but lives in London as a Yoga teacher' that had found my new blonde friend staggering about in the loos of a brazilian 'disco' where she was hiding from all of the leery brazilians. An absolute love, he took both of us under his wing, plus some bloke he'd been eyeing up and our tour guide Siri, a venezualan. Oh I cant spell it but theres no spell check on this thing!
Anyway all end up back at his posh gaff dancing around wrecked til 530 am with Veetor doing headstands and showing off his yoga...
The next day on the way to Sao Paulo I had to get the tour bus to pull over while I was sick on the side of the road. The shame of it.
Had a bit of a lie down and then went up the tallest tower in Sao Paulo and in every direction as far as you could see... was Sao Paulo. I mean that place is effing VAST. And dangerous, and dirty. Not very fussed with the place but only had a day there yesterday so maybe I cant judge. The fact that Siri had led several tours through there and all she could say was 'Jesus Christ, I mean f*ck-inghell I hate this place it so intense you know???' might have coloured my winesoggy banging head. Who knows, as we hit Curachiba today...
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