26.01.2013 25 °C
Luckily we were packed and ready to go when the transfer bus picked us up 45 minutes early! The driver put on some classic 80s and popular 90s music videos; 4 Non Blondes, Carly Simon, Natalie Imbruglia, Britney Spears - Andrew was in his element. Off we went to pick up the other passengers and at one hostel on an extremely steep hill, the driver put on his handbrake and shouted 'no bouncing, no problem'!
It took an hour to pick the other 9 travellers up so we set off in earnest around 12 noon. The driver put on a movie for us - Hangover 2! - it's almost like he knew I was onboard Apart from the low volume on it, it passed the time pretty quickly and not long after it finished we arrived at our first stop - Mangaratiba. This is where some people were getting the ferry to Ilha Grande and we had to get off and change minibuses. This was also where Andrew discovered the waist strap on his backpack had almost been torn completely off! I will let him tell you this story in another blog, but needless to say I wasn't able to get any pictures during the melee.
Off on another bus with two English women, one a midwife in London, an American couple and six Australians, four of whom couldn't remember the name of their hostel, the rain began to pour down. It was biblical (leading me and Andrew to whisper "In the biblical sense..." from Talledega Nights every few minutes since!), I'm sure the driver could barely see a thing, and rain was running in waterfalls down the hills into the road. Good job they seem to have great drainage!
Our view for half the journey!:
After a seven hour journey we arrived at our next hostel, Adventure Hostel, which was much more bohemian than the previous place! The building looked tiny from the outside, painted orange, and inside, through a gate and tiny alley way, there was no real reception so we made our way in.
This was our first night with a shared bathroom and I knew as soon as I saw it I wouldn't be showering in it...I imagine my tolerance for dirt will get better as time goes on. The room was fine on first glance but there was no AC only a fan, we found the window was broken and covered with cardboard, no curtains, the plug sockets didn't work and although clean the sheets had some marks Not ideal but it was only for one night...
So we unpacked and headed out for dinner and drinks...in the rain. Sheltering under our umbrellas we tried to find a budget place to eat, but in the end we were soaked and just jumped in a reasonable looking restaurant called Caramujo. We decided on bife grehaldo, arroz, feijoa e fritas - steak, rice, beans (not the baked variety!) and fries to you and me - as weren't sure what some of the dishes were. The party across from us had a stuffed chicken dish with what looked like tomato rice - we wished we'd had that! But ours was tasty and after a couple of beers (all of which cost £23) we headed back, discussing how we need to eat less expensively and stop drinking, as that was £6 of it...unless, of course, beer is cheaper than water or juice then it would be rude not to surely?!