Jan 19

So we landed in Recife safe and sound to a rather confusing time change-an hour back and were thrilled to find that despite our late flight we were not going to be holding up our connecting flight. In search of a way to spend some time we found the food court and some hot chocolate goo, cappucinos with far too much sugar and cheesepuff GOOOO balls. The ´drying´cracker and guava goodies on the plane really served no purpose.
After bouncing around there for a good 40 minutes we boarded our plane and left, dare I say it on time. This flight brought the joy of small children making squealing noises. Agony we can deal with, but you can´t cry one minute and giggle the next....parenting people...PARENTING!!!!
So yes we all dozed some more and were hardly surprised to see cloud or raindrops as we descended onto Fortaleza....the coast savagely sparce, with beautiful oceans and sand dunes awaiting us.
Delighted to leave the small child behind we skipped off, collected our packs and managed without any complications or delays (except for them not accepting VISA) to get a bus to Jericoacoara at 10am. Waiting outside in the sick heat the beach bats put in an appearance again until I hit the ball onto the closed off runway area. End of our fun or at least so we thought until we spotted a man who kindly retrieved and returned the ball.
The bus came and our seat numbers 49 and 50 were nowhere to be found - again avoiding eye contact we claimed some seats and enjoyed the sweaty-back journey. We awoke to a movie on bus and sandy roads two hours into our 6 hour journey. As the movie was finishing we pulled into a por-kilo food court outdoor styles and we descended onto the fresh produce with glee. The remainder of the bus ride was sweaty and uncomfortable not to mention the fabulous privilege I had of a standing cop who decided to rest his butt/ gun (no actually a real gun) against my seat slash head as I was semi-coma-ed....talk about awkward and gross. So yeah, then we got informed that we were changing vehicles to a more suitable for sand dunes truck...awesome fun and Pieter proved his purpose by managing to get our packs on the roof because my attempt sure wasn´t gonna get them up there. Beanie boosted to save us some seats and we set off down this road lines with palm trees- wild seas and random farm animals. Quite the paradise I believe we have landed ourselves in. Just running now to find a swim and shower- water being something we are all desperately suffering withdrawls from. Backpackers has given us a room to ourselves...Beanie pulled the double bed and me and Pieter are on the bunks. We are one açai in and exhausted. We dinnered at Sky restaurant and started on the caipirinhas..passionfruit for Riki and I and lime for Pieter. We then moved outside to the caipirinha stands and downed some more Kiwiroskas, mango and grape caipirinhas. We then scuttled out and sat on the beach and drank and then we decided to go to a party out in the wops which ended up playing YMCA so we decided to pass and move on down to the beach front where things were cranking along in the Planeta Jeri - Salsa music blasting..but nobody dancing. We decided at 4am to go home...Can´t wait to see what tomorrow brings...