02.02.2013 32 °C
Breakfast this morning was cheese and ham again, different kinds of cake and fruit. The woman who either runs or owns the hostel is so lovely and wants to make sure you're happy all the time...she reminds us of someone but we can't put our finger on it.
We took the bus to the station in the boiling sun - walking from the hostel up the road to the stop was not fun in backpacks! Our coach arrived and it was spacious, new and hardly anyone else got on. On the nine hour journey to Foz do Iguacu we watched Drive (was not expecting the violence!), 21 Jump Street and Sopranos (we're only on series one). Looking out of the window, the landscape in this state (Parana) couldn't have been more different to Rio de Janeiro state - the land was flat for as far as the eye could see, with a lot less woodland and much lighter shades of green. It reminded me a bit of some of the English countryside.
The bus only made one rest stop, as there was a toilet and free water on board, and we bought a fried chicken on a stick thing called Espetada, which I think is just a kebab. It was really tasty, but better - there was a Tabasco sauce equivalent! Heat, yay!
During the last hour and a half of the trip the bus stopped a few times and we never knew whether it was our time to get off, there doesn't seem to be signs to let you know what town your in...I will be grateful when I see the likes of 'Welcome to Morecambe' again! About an hour before we got to Foz, you could hear the rumble of thunder, sheet lightning was illuminating the sky every few minutes and then a massive crack of fork lightning hit the ground. I quite like thunder and lightning but neither Andrew or I could remember why they occurred and made a mental note to Google it later...we seem to be doing this a lot already, which means were going to come home with a lot of random knowledge! Enjoy everyone!
Arriving at Foz, it was dark and late so we jumped in a taxi to the hostel. Posada El Shaddi looked ok on the outside but inside our room it was musty smelling, run down with bare plaster covering cracks on the wall, the sink was coming away from the wall, the shower had a hole in the wall where the pipe was and it didn't feel clean. I can deal with the shabbiness of places as long as it smells and looks clean...I went to sleep laid on our two towels across the bed and pillow and covered in my sarong!