One Week Deep

So today officially makes it one week on the road, I’ve been promising myself (and others) that I’ll try and update my blog as much as possible, but I keep getting sucked into the fun or I’m too hungover and can’t be arsed, so I haven’t yet. So, today as I’m full of a cold (how?) I’ve taken myself away from the chaos and settled on coca cabana beach with a caipirinha (it’s 11am) and told myself I will stay here until I write my blog, no matter how many hours or drinks it takes.

I also won’t bore you with all the touristy things but in case anyone is interested: sugar loaf mountain, Christ the redeemer, the steps etc, all overwhelmingly beautiful and if anyone wants to hear more about them give me a message, but I want to keep this fun and light hearted.

I feel like I’ve learnt a lot since being in Brazil, such as; although it’s dangerous, it isn’t half as bad as people make it out to be (this might be me with my idealism, see the best in people goggles on), but even visiting the Favela’s, there was no trouble (although I did hear from a taxi driver three people were shot when we left). Nevertheless! So far it’s been a somewhat friendly place, although I have no idea what they’re saying as it’s in Portuguese and I’m basing this on the fact I haven’t been shot or mugged yet. That being said, it’s unlikely I’d come out on my own after sunset.

Another thing I’ve learnt is that the Brazilian people are ridiculously fit, which lead to me actually going the gym for two days, shortly followed by giving up, eating a burger and opting for sitting next to chubby old men on the beach instead.

I’ve also learnt some things about myself, such as, I thought I got along with everyone. I now realise I only get along with everyone when I’ve had 8 hours sleep and a coffee and when they haven’t left a shit in the shared bathroom.

Admittedly though one of the funniest moments of my trip so far was actually on the flight into Rio. After making friends with my two Swiss saviours who stocked me up with tissues when I started with a raging nosebleed before we even set off (probably from the shear stress of transferring at Frankfurt, if you’ve been there this will make perfect sense), it was a fairly chilled flight. Until, breakfast time whereby my new Swiss friend had ordered a glass of tomato juice.

Shortly after finishing my breakfast I decided I best pop to the toilets before we land, so politely asked my new friends if they’d mind scooching over so I could get out, following which they decided it would be funnier to see if I could get out without anyone leaving their seats. To cut the story short, this wasn’t the best idea and as one of the guys swung their leg over, the refreshing FULL glass of tomato juice flew across the plane and not only were the three of us drenched, but as I looked up wiping tomato from my jumper I saw the rows behind us had also been effected by Adriano’s free kick and were angrily wiping tomatoes from their faces and children. I’m not sure what was harder, spending the remaining of the long haul flight sat in tomato juice, or holding back the hysterical laughter from our fellow angry passengers.

Anywho, all is well and as I can not possibly drink anymore and still find my way back to my hostel, I will bring this post to an end. I will be travelling to Ilha Grande later today but until then – Adios!

(Just realised I also have no WiFi here, so by the time you read this I likely won’t still be on the beach drinking, but more likely on a sweaty bus – wish me luck!)

Trev x