Heavy pelting rain, thunderstorms and grey skies put a quick end to our illusions of spending the day at the beach. Likewise our hopes of attending another caipoera class were shattered by our inability to move anything beneath our waist in a hurry or with control. What to do, what to do? So as any cripple, cramping(apparently the pasta disagreed with R) we went shopping. And what a happy time. Hunger and time have no meaning in those hours that we shop and wait and try and search. Hard work but we took one for the team!!! Seven hours later we emerged weighed down by bags and thirsty. A very air-conned bus later...yay for the more expensive public transport with air con we arrived in our valley and topped off our purchasing with a gift or two. We also experienced the BEST McDonalds we have had in a long long time... Riki enjoying a McNifico burger, and myself choosing the ChickenGrill. It was hot, fresh and made to order, a contrast to the normal Maccas!
Once we left Iguatemi we headed back to the markets where a crazy lady tried to break a crazy vendor's stallwares. We also saw underneath the market where we assume that was where they kept the slaves when they arrived from Africa. Very eerie, with about a foot of water, and also dark and clammy. Later on back at the hostel we had a kiwi caipirinha..utilising Spu yet again. The Hostel staff scoffed at us, until we gave them a taste and that kept them quiet in the cheap seats. The evening was mellow with chicken salad and yes, of course our daily consumption of Açai.
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