Jan 17

We rose relatively early and wandered down the road to check our email and try and sort these damn tickets of ours...On the way a white truck filled with Brazilian males tried to hit on us except they couldn't start their truck and kept stalling it. Eventually they ended up just rolling down the hill with us walking up it laughing hysterically at them!
Again, Buzios decided that we needed more rain so Riki has cranked out her yellow plastic poncho. Such style and class! We kindly went and purchased some bread along the way and this big fresh ´sweeeet´bread- no literally covered in custard gooo and fruit. We also agreed that sustenance was an urgent matter and found some açai to keep us moving. Breakfast was it´s usual display of glutton and gorging however breakfast now happens around 2- so technically(my favorite word!) it´s a brunch= TWO meals in ONE!!As it had finally stopped raining we made a beeline for the beach and had a whale of a time in the water. Our joy was brief as the skies opened up once again and we moved home with the intention of warm showers and shopping in the centre! So the trio made it to the centre and found some things to buy...black and white ; bikini for the bean and ´pumpkin poof´dress for Riki.
After the extreme exertion we decided that with one day left we had to try some of the local delicies. Pieter ruined our fun by buying a burger which of course we had to try, caramel corn and the cuzcuz which is basically tapioca mush with coconut and condense milk. Prolly not the yummiest description but believe you me TO DIE FOR!!!!!. We also had somepassionfruit/condense milk coconut/tapioca and a cheese and tomato crépe for good measure. We waddled in search of the bus station , half a team member down Pieter with a mix of hangover and oncoming flu.
Bus tickets were no longer being sold so we kombi´d home. After eating that much the Bean and I decided biking was on the cards and I was still hoping to pass the hotel where we stayed last time me and mom came and say ´hi´so we mounted arsenal ´the tractor´ and ´mountain heat´.
AND of course I would have to break the chain around the first corner going up a gentle slope. So here we are at 7.30 at night, everything is shutting , people are chuckling at me and i have a broken chain in hand. So we decide to try our luck searching for somewhere that can fix it. Walk, walk, walk.......nothing main road, it´s getting dark and i´m enquiring in my spanish/portuguese mix about where I can go. The next thing there´s a surf shop and as i hold up the chain everyone including Beanie points next door and there by the light of the workshop is a Bike shop...THERE and OPEN. I mean what are the odds....?
So after washing my hands and smiling sweetly we were back on the road. Helmetless, in the dark amongst the drivers from here (Visions of hospital beds and insurance numbers being pulled up were vivid as one can imagine) and between getting covered in mud splash and working up a bead we biked for a good 2.5 hours!!! Up hills, through crowds yelling ´ting-ting´as there were no bells or lights- the boys overly concerned when we finally made it back had taken to napping!!!!
Dinner was pasta (tomatoey and terrrific) and Riki juice along with a nice salad all flavoured with ´essence ´. Pieter feeling awfully ill and the two of us were rather knackered and had to let Tomaz down gently as all we wanted to do was sleep. Bed was a delight... HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIETER!!!