Travelin Monkey

We left to Florianopolis (Floripa) on the 20th of March in the morning. The bus ride was, seriously, 25 hours! They would have gone faster, but all the buses were travelling and stopping together because of the recent raids on tour buses and they believed in power by numbers. It was amazing how anti-social we were and the way we slept through the majority of everything.

We are staying at the Costa Azul Pousada. It is pretty decent, run by a crazy old lady. The first day I asked her what voltage the room had and she started with some crazy story about God knows what and ends it with a “I’ll buy you one today.” I had no idea what she was going to go out a purchase, but I was intruiged

I go back to the room and Viko (my cousin) is crying of laughter on the bed. That day we went out to the beach and saw some amazing women, drank some caipirinhias, and had a great time. We went back with a bottle of water and a 12 pack of beer and decided to lounge by the pool. That night we decided to buy our own mixings for caipirinhia and it so happens that these 2 girls we met by the pool earlier showed? up and we spent the night talking and laughing.

Circa 2 am we went dancing with all the youngens, but I decided to come home early around 4 am because it was just too weird for me.

We woke up on Tuesday and went to ear. All we have been eating is brazilian buffets for R$9 (US$3), mostly frango (chicken).? We walked out of the pousada and 2 chunky-funky brasilian girls started to whistle at us. Unfortunately, a tropical storm hit on Tuesday, so all we could do is eat, talk, and drink Caipirinhias until we passed out. Luckily, we had bought speakers for my iPod that day, an adventure in and of itself. We laughed so much doing it that I couldn’t breath, let alone talk. The woman selling the speakers thought I was insane.

Wednesday we decided to change things up a bit, not eat any more Frango, and go for some pizza. But, it turns out that they don’t serve pizza in Brasil before 7 pm. At first, we thought that they were just screwing around with us, but when we asked why, the guy said ‘it’s a tradition.’ So, back to the Frango it was… We ate WAY too much Frango.

After our frango-induced nap, we went beach exploring and found 3 really nice private beaches. At night we went to an all-you-can-eat pizzeria and met the owner, Marlene. We spent the night laughing and laughing and laughing with the old woman.

Viko decided to go out and I stayed in because my head was spinning due to all the drinking and I just wasn’t feeling it. Going out with 15 year olds might SOUND like fun, but in reality, it isn’t.

So, Thursday rolls around, and I hit the beach really early. We spent the day bumming around exactly how we wanted to and returned to the pizza place with Marelene. She kept on giving Viko crap for not eating and he tells her “Pero como me puedes decir eso? Yo siendo turista ese comentario me cerro el estomago” And the lady responds “Es que estar la segunda noche ya sos cliente de la casa.. toma, mira como te la meti!”

HAHA, during dinner, we saw a pimp beat his hoe in the middle of the street, straight punching her in the dace and dropping her to the floor. Note to self, never stare or get involved in Brasil, you might be dropped in cold blood.

Today was a decent beach day. We’ve only had 3 this entire week.

Brasil, you’ve always been FANTASTIC to me, and I am glad I decided to stay the entire time this trip around (last time I left Matt early to go catch some mistake in Greece).

The funniest thing Viko said was “Gracias que no vimos a Betty con todo lo que me costo sacar ese imagen asqueroso de el cerebro!” Poor ugly woman!

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