Brazilian Big Adventure

Ola Amigos

Firstly let me say how disappointed I was to watch Monday night football this morning from my Santiago Apartment and find most of the players and the crowd wearing gloves, it looks mighty cold back on the island. A little different to the toasty Chile where it’s been around 30c and clear skies for the last week.

Anyway enough gloating on the weather there is plenty of sun, fun and frolics to fill you in on following our last entry. Firstly we did indeed leave Rio to head North to Salvador. Upon arrival we met Sophia early in the morning and headed to their squat aka Casa de Clownage. Sophia’s boyfriend is a full on professional clown so staying with them in their squat for a few days whilst looking for a permanent place to stay was somewhat interesting although unfortunately Amoroso was really sick whilst we were there, so on the 3rd night we headed out into big bad Salvador to seek a inn for night. As it were reet late at night Sophia had done a scouting mission and come up trumps with a cosy little place just round the corner. Champion. So with an overnight bag we walked round to the hotel, which despite its neon frontage didn’t look too bad. We gets inside and Sophia is giving the 2 girls on reception the chat in the local lingo and Uge starts a pondering where exactly we were about to stay. Firstly the 2 young ladies on reception (well a desk at most) were somewhat young and scantily dressed. Maybe that’s just receptions round here we thought then we were showed to our room “The deluxe couples suite” Sounded nice, eh, so we opens the door to the room and there slap bang in the face the penny drops. The room had 2 showers, Mirrors everywhere, a circular bed with plastic sheets and a TV (which was off but you guessed it had plenty of franky Vaughn for the couples to enjoy) It all fell into place why the 2 girls were giggling when handing over the keys they thought that Gavin, Sophia and Menisha were all sleeping in the deluxe couple suite making sweet music. Ahem. 2 guesses anyone?? Yes it officially a MOTEL not a hotel which put into English terms means knocking shop. Nice. So in absence of anywhere else to stay we put our own sheets down and tried to kip without thinking too much of last nights customers and the many stories the plastic apple sheets could tell us. To see just how bad it was we have a number of pictures (nothing rude you perverts) of this quality establishment. Next morning we checked out and went to find more suitable digs for the next couple of weeks with Sophia leading the search using her contacts and local lingo skills. Basically no one would offer the gringos a bed so it was another night at Casa de Clown on the floor. Next day we did manage to find a gaff just round the corner through a guy from the local bar who spoke English. It was a clean room in a hotel round the corner from Sophie and it was dirt cheap (roughly 50 quid for us both for 2 weeks) and the people seemed nice so we went for it. First few days in the place were reasonably quiet we befriended a neighbour who seemed nice and helped us out with a few things, but this lady later turned out to be a living nightmare. We stupidly gave her about 1.20 to buy some soup on a national holiday when the banks were closed then for our remaining days in Salvador banged on our door at all our o ask for some more money. Turns out this lady is completely doo-lally and smokes crack. Top Banana. On enquiry with the local barman he concedes that he forget to mention that most of the neighbours had drug problems mainly smoking, and that he largely supplies the whole building with very strong cheap weed. Yes ladies and gentlemen you can begin to see a pattern emerging here, everybody in Salvador is mad and either drinks like a fish or is on gear. Other examples of madness included the barman who had a wife and kid but most of his questions were related to do English women put out. Normal really for Brazilian men I suppose but this directness was the first we had seen. Other bonkers events include being taken to the centre drunk-dens of Salvador to talk to raving loony’s. I eventually named this 12 monkeys bar as everyone there even by 10.30 was usually pished when we walked past. One time when I stopped by there were 6 drunks guy 2 of them talking to themselves the others slurring at each owner just sitting in the middle of it all with his head in his hands. We met a guy in the main square who tried to sell us crack before meeting his young son for his birthday and I saw a guy in town who was walking a 5 RS note again about 1.20 in English pounds. He had it on a lead kept talking to it and even stroked it when he stopped at the lights, and the final straw for me was seeing a guy on the floor being lifted into an ambulance outside a bar on a Sunday afternoon. Ambulance showed up wrapped him in plastic, chucked him in the van left and the old boys went back to their beers. Turned out the geezer was dead when chucked in the ambulance but the locals just kept on drinking and the barman didn’t even close the bar. Business as usual I guess. Now I know England has its nut jobs but this Salvador is truly the world beater. Salvador is very African in both its appearance and atmosphere and locals certainly live for today and don’t worry about tomorrow probably because of the hangovers. Despite the madness we did enjoy Salvador it was hot, cheap and good to see a different side to Brazil and to meet local people and pick up some more language. Eventually though the madness did become too much especially the raging crackwhore with crazy eyes so we upped sticks and got the hell out of dodge. Our original plan was to go further north and see some of the cost but we changed our schedule and flew back down to civilisation in Rio where we had such a great time during our 1st visit.

Rio was as ever fun we spent most of the time chilling at our hostel which was minus the Salvador madness and met some nice American folk from NY and some English lads from Leeds who were top boys. Despite the rain in Rio we did manage to get out on a Saturday to Lapa with lads from Leeds and other hostel crew which was truly top notch. Several strong cairparinhas later we ended up in a Samba club in this amazing space jam-packed full of locals. It’s a bit like a school disco in that lads and lasses stand round the edges waiting for each other to ask any chance for a dance treacle? So after me and Menisha had freaked out the locals with some all action Geordie robotic, tech electric Samba moves (lots of strange looks) I tried to give the Leeds lads an example to follow by asking a Brazilian girl to dance. The offer was accepted but within 2 minutes of seeing my samba skills I was unfortunately sin binned. Taking my courageous lead the lads from Leeds took the plunge only to be told to F-off by a lovely lady. Amazing what English is taught in Brazilian schools these days.

From Rio we flew into Santiago Chile to stay with Martin and his family. Martin works for the British council in Computars and has a cushdy number here in Chile which we are taking full advantage of (we have been here a week already). Martin has a top flat a relatively posh part of Santiago complete with girlfriend, dog and swimming pool on the roof. Nice. As the weather has been scorchio since we arrived the pool has been our favourite plus point so far, only downside is having to put up with Martins company. Our days have pretty much consisted of waking up around midday and either watching cable, taking the dog for a walk and sitting on the roof. Santiago is nice, less hectic than Brazil and better food. It feels more European than South American only with better weather. We did have intentions to explore the surrounding area but largely we have been too lazy or too comfortable too do anything other than worship the T.V or the sun. We did manage to haul our asses up on Saturday morning to go on the Wine train tour. Yep folks it does what it says on the tin you sit on a train tasting wine and getting pished, I think we clocked our first glass at around 10.30. The tour was fun despite being overpriced and the fact that we have had better and cheaper wine from the local shops. One definite plus point to Chile is the Wine and the fact that you can get a decent bottle for about 1.50 English pounds, needless to say a bottle a day keeps the doctor at bay or something like that. So our recovery from the madness of brazil is over and we are due to leave Santaiago this afternoon to go down south to the Chilean Lake District where we plan to get a whole lot more active. Activities on the agenda include volcano climbing, white water rafting, fishing, bathing in springs and of course more wine drinking which is a sport in itself.

More pictures are now up on Flickr (not all completely sorted yet) including Pantanal, Rio, Salvador and Chile. Highlights include the Jerry Springer and Elvis shots and also lots of camp photos of me in a swimming pool. Enjoy

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Laters Cold People

Gav and Menisha

Bom Dia Amigos

Its been a while since we last blogged but to be quiet frank we have been too busy having a great time

After the underwater magic of Bonito we headed into the pantanal for some jungle action. I had not shaved for 4 weeks by this point (see the pics) so Jungle jim was primed and ready for some steve irwin (respect) snake wrestling action. We arrived at camp via a long bus journey, then a 1 hour bumpy ride down a dirt track in a truck that had somehow managed to pass its last MOT (health and saftey in brazil is non existent). There is the old saying you get what you pay for and we certainly had that slapped in our face when we arrived at camp. To say camp was basic was an understatement, sleeping in hammocks in huts full of mosquitos and a 3 day diet of rice beans and beef, the later which was skipped by our goodselves, wasnt our idea of fun but hey we were in the pantanal so lets roll with it. On a positive side it had a bar that served booze for a reasonable price so a few chopps (beers) several caiprinihas and a couple of sleeping tablets was enough to send you off until next morning. Despite camp being basic the activities were pretty good. On the afternoon we arrived we did a boat trip which made you feel like the kid off Gentle Ben or Gentle Biiinnn for those that remember the whiney kid(american 60/70s T.V Show). Up and down the river we saw lots of birds, giant guinea pigs bigger than me (unfortunately our guide wouldnt stop and let me wrestle it, damn thing was giving it large) alligators, caimens and lots of dead cows (stinky). Day 2 involved horse riding which was fun if a little painful the day after, now i understand why John Wayne walked like that. I unsurprisingly got the slowest Nag going that only moved if our guide smacked its arse with a stick. Not particluary handy when being charged by buffalo. Menisha's horse wasnt much better mind, and i suppose there was a clue in the name. Yes, Menisha's horse was called Paloma translated it means pussy. Nice. Anyway despite the slow pace it was a pleasant morning V hot but we saw some deer, lots more birds and an armadillo. The guides were giving it all the horse on 2 legs cowboy jazz which we could have done no problem but we didnt want to show them up, honest. In the afternoon we went pirihana fishing, which wasnt much cop to be fair. You get in the water (yes with the pirihanas and the caimen about 20 ft away) dangle your meat in and hey presto you either get the bait nicked by cheeky bar stewards or you get a bite and try and yank em out. Unsurprisingly they are hungry and more than obliging to keep chopping at the line, not much sport to it at all. Highlight for me was an annoying Aussie girl who later tried to steal our playing cards getting nibbled by Percy the Pirinha. Good lad Perc!! That evening we went on a nightime drive on the van and saw pretty much the same wildlife, caimen, deer, foxes, armadillo's etc. On day 3 in the pantanal camp we had just about had enough of the food, 5am starts and were ready to go but our guide had a morning trek and necklace making to do before we left? To be fair we got lucky with our guide who was a legend. Pepinio was a true wreckhead. He smoked weed constantly and started drinking chopp and cachacha from around mid-day. He was also our driver most of the time, he knew all the calls for the animals, he had a big knife, he walked everywhere bear footed, his name meant cucumber (work it out ladies), his only minus point came for making menisha the alligator tooth wicked badboy necklace and giving me the coconut palm hippy trash. We also had a smaller group of 4 which was Menisha, me and 2 danish girls who were actually pretty cool. We also met Jordan a swedish guy from the rival group (10 inc the Aussie, shut up you wench) who was a top lad that taught us all about the ways and tricks of brazillan/latino men and how to play poker. Big shout out to Jordan over there in Paraguay! All in all the Pantanal was fun, the place is beautiful and we saw hundreds of birds lots of other wildlife during our stay. We didnt see any snakes thank God or big cats but to get this kind of experience you need to hire a Pepinio all to yourself and go deep into Pantananl away from the roads. What the pantanal did teach us with the help of Jordan is that you can never trust a Brazillan when you ask him a question. Especially the price of something as there were people paying different prices for the trip. Of course when this is questioned there is much confusion, names are given, voices are raised but they send you in a circle trying to seek a fair price which unless you ar very persistent you dont get. After the Pantanal we headed back to Campo Grande (bit of a hole, but nice pseudo jungle eating joint behind the disused carpark building if you're ever in the area) with our resident stalker Jordan for our free night in the hostel before we headed off to Rio.

En-routage to Rio we had a bonus afternoon look-a-like stroke real celeb spotting. First of all we saw Jerry Springer waiting to board at Campo Grande. Despite my calls of We Love you Jerry and chants of Jerry, Jerry, Jerry across the runway he didnt acknowledge us. Probably didn't want to make a fuss we guessed. Then in Sao Paulo where we changed planes we saw The King at Gate 11. Yes ladies and gents Elvis is alive and well hanging in Brazil as we type/read. After much excitement pre boarding menisha nearly wet herself when he boarded our flight. Luckily we got some snaps which we are planning to sell to the Sunday Sport when we arrive back on British soil. Arriving in Rio we checked in to our digs which were top notch for the price. We are staying with a trapeze artist and his family, in a 3 storey 19th century Potugese mansion where we have our own floor and breakfast is served by the pool on the terrace each morning. Not bad at all. The area we are staying is called Santa Theresa which is truly beautiful old suburb in the hills with a real mixed community and houses, like Mini castles. Only downside is that its surrounded by 16 favelas so one has to take care during the evening and we have a man that watches our street from 7-7 and every night. Each house has a V Large dog but we have had no trouble whatsoever. Probably cos we look so hard. Saturday we checked out a old antiques market where people basically sold anything from 18th century items to their old porno collections. Menisha got a pair of Mary Quant 60s sunnies for bout 15 squid which we think is a true bargain (have yet to check their value). Our nights have mainly consisted of eating nice food i.s sushi and thai following our basic rations in camp pantanal. We have also cooked a couple of times to save cashish. Sunday, we checked out brazilan beach culture at Cococabana and Ipanema and the headed to the marcarana on the evening to see a futball game which was as our pet American Tourists in Rio would put it 'AWESOME!'. We watched Botofogo a Rio based team who play in Toon colours beat some newly promoted team from Sao Paulo state 2-1. There was only 30000 fans in a 150k + arena but they didnt arf make some noise. Nestled in with the fogo hardcore we stood, sang and drank beer into the night. When Fogo scored a pen within the first 5 minutes and Uge screamed goaalllll and hugged a Fogo fan we got a few strange looks from the locals but all in good spirits. Problem is everyone keeps calling us Americanos only today did some dude from a local bar lean out and shout "forget about it". Anyone but the yanks please locals. Anyway back to the match. Sao Paulo team scored during my mid half leek and it was 1-1 at half time. Then after the whistle had gone all the hardcore left the stand and walked round to the other side of the stadium to cheer the goals in from the end Fogo were attacking. You certainly can't do that at the mighty cov. One of the top bonuses of watching brazilian football is that old dudes come around every 5 mins selling you beer for 50p a can. As all good footie fans know watching is a thirsty pastime so Menisha and I ensured that the sellers went home with a pocket full of cash. In the 2nd half Fogo up'd tempo and scored in about the 85th minute much to the locals and our delight. By this point I had had around 3.50 worth in cans and there is some hilarious footage of me doing a Chris Waddle and Terry Butcher Italia 90 dance in the stands with a tinny in my hand. Unfortunately there were no scraps post match to unleash our ninja moves and we scampered back to base as Full fogo massive. Monday morning we had both booked into handglide over Rio (beats checking your email in the office) so we headed off to meet our instructors at the bottom of a big, big rock. My instructor Paulo was the Hasslehoff of handgliding as you will see from the next set of pics, again a true legend who during flight told me about where he used to take the ladies and also answered his mobile twice, inflight remember. Impressive. Menisha's guide wasnt as smooth but equally chatty during flight I am assured. Handgliding tandem was brillant altough I will admit that when he pins you to the kite type thing and you stare over the ramp 600m up the old legs and the arse starts to wobble. Basically you have to run full steam ahead and put your trust in your instructor. If you mess up or dont run you both can be in serious danger but both of us were naturals and flew like little birds for 15-20 minutes. Top notch. The rest of our time has been seeing musems, botantical gardens, beaches, chilling by our pool, drinking cachacha, drinking chopp and despite 1 day off laying low due to a dodgy thai (I will kill Steve when i get hold of him) we have seen christs statue and sugar loaf which were very good although full of tourists mainly Americanos. Unfortunately today is our last in Rio and this evening we fly to Salvador to see the lovely Sophie and we intend to stay for a few weeks, try and learn some language and generally hang out.

Pictures are now up on Flickr
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More photos of pantanal and Rio to follow soon.

Choaw for now peeps

Gstar and mX

Y'ola peeps!

We're in a place called Bonito, way, way inland in Matto Grosso Sul. We're en-routage to the Pantanal to spot giant guinea pigs and anacondas. More on the Pantanal tour next blog as we're leaving tomoro. In the meantime here's what we've been up to between les whales (so canny and so cute for a mom of 17m and baby of about 7m) and now...

We left Praia de Rosa and headed back north to an island called Isla Catarina. It's main city is Florianopolis which can be reached by a bridge from the mainland. The island is pretty vast and has numerous enormous inland lakes and lots of gorgeous beaches on the other side of the island to the city and mainland. We headed to a place called Barra de Lagoa, a pretty little fishing village sitting between one of the big lakes and the Atlantic. We hired a little apartment belonging to a crazy old bird called Dona de Floripar Pousada. Gav kept calling her Rosa in durh Brit can't be bothered to learn your name even tho it exactly the same as an English one. But she didn't mind. Has a bit a of a soft spot for him methinks....

Our apartment had a nice little kitchen and balcony that was next to the river which ran from the lake to the sea. We also has a pretty view of the sea and the mountains that seemed to spill into it. All in all pretty magical for next to nowt a night. The mountains seem standard fare for coastal Brazil methinks as they have around in most places that we've been to by the sea to date. Beach wanted! Must have - beach, salt water and er...big rainforest covered mountainous backdrop. We had a few chilled out days cooking fish out of the sea/lake/river??? Who knows and lots of walks along the beach including one to Mozambique beach which was further along the same stretch as Barra de lagoa. As per we were told it wasn't far. A hours walking later we decided to turn back. The other end of the beach still wasn't in sight and we were hungry.

Three days later we flew from a airstrip by Florianopolis to Foz Iguacu. The planes in Flo airport literally jetty right up to the floor to ceiling glass door. You (the passenger) just hand in you boarding pass and walk less than 10m to the steps taking you up your ride. Nice! We arrive in scorchio Iguacu and had a lush couple of days (one in Brazil and one in Argentina) seeing the most amazing waterfalls. Rainforest boardwalks and water thundering down countless falls so loudly you can barely hear yourself breath.

We left Iguacu a few days ago on our way to Bonito. The only bus taking us in the right direction left at 6am (nice) taking 9hrs (oh we're loving it), with a change in Dourades. Our expected ETA was 2.50pm, and then another bus to Bonito which would take us 5 hours. Woo Hoo! Buying the ticket in the morning should have been a sign. We got to the bus station early but had to wait an absolute age because each one was being written by hand and the 5 people in from of us took 40 mins to purchaes their tiket one by one. The bus left late. At 12pm we're still only halfway and the bus drivers have stopped for lunch. For 45 mins! Don't fret boys, you make sure you've got a full belly for all that strenuous bus driving activity. The roads beyond the lunch stop are dirt and we get to Dourades for our change at 6pm (nearly three hours late). There is no other bus that day. Oh well, taxi then anyone?

Angela and Tom a nice Aussie who shared our lovely journey agreed. A friendly chat with the local taxi dudes, 30 mins of chin scratching and discussing the options later. We're off. The taxi massive were pretty gutted we didn't fall for the 'there are only two seat belts in the back so you have to take two taxi's for four people' trick. Durh lads we counted them when we got in the taxi, there are three in the back and two in the front. Fours of us plus one of you, thats one per person. Sheeeeesh!

Bonito is another rip off, but a damn pretty one. The water here has limestone in it so all sediments calcify and sink to the bottom. That scientific speak y'all. Anyhow it means the water is crystal clear and you can snorkel around in irridescent blue water seeing lots of fish and on occassion scarier things like caimen and anaconda. Yoikes! We had one day at the Municipal baths which are on a river just outside town. There were shoals of fish swimming right up to you and we thought things couldn't get much better but they could! Today we headed out to a Fazenda (ranch) with access to more river action. It was a tour with guide only but the water was ten times more beautiful and we saw even more wildlife. We hired some attractive wet suits (Gav got a discount for his childs one)and an underwater camera and have some amazing and not so amazing shots/film footage of us and the underwater massive.

So yeah, we're a bit over excited today and overstuffed by the inclusive ranch Brazilian enormous running buffet so its our dedication to you, all our loved and not so loved ones at home that has got us in this cyber cafe typing up our blog. Tomorrow it's bye bye Bonito and up into the Pantanal before heading to Rio. Bring it on! More news soon.

Laters gators!

mx and GJG Huge

ps we have our photos on CD now and up loaded to Flickr so we'll get them on here too soon so you don't think this is a scam and we're really staring a new life in Rochdale.

Howdy partners Uge here reporting in on our progress

Its been almost a week since we last checked in and things are moving at a mighty fast pace and we have crammed lots in and run at a rate that I didn’t think our little legs could take us.
Firstly we took an amazing train journey from Curitiba to Morrettes a quaint little town on the river in the Atlantic rainforest. Despite the gloomy fog which would have looked at home in the toon we boarded the train thinking we couldn’t wait forever for the weather. On a side note it is officially rainy season in the south in Brazil in October. That’s right folks rainy season. Now between us we have done a fair bit of reading and unless we are both very sketchy/idiots it doesn’t tell you about this in any guidebooks we read. If we wanted rain we would have gone to Manchester for the weekend for gawds sake guvnar. Anyway despite the rain I have managed to burn (ha, ha mr lobster/salmon boy manages to burn anywhere you are thinking) mainly due to some sunshine bouts in between rain. Anyway despite my very british rant about the weather I will get back to the train ride. Despite the weather being not ideal it was fab you get right up into the clouds and wind across bridges tunnels, pass numerous waterfalls and see loads of birds (animals gents). The journey lasted for roughly 3 hours and was truly memorable. Upon arrival at our destination we were greeted by Maria a very helpful lady who offered a jungle lodge for 50 a night roughly 14 quid translated. The pictures looked nice so we went for it. During the journey to the lodge roughly 7km from the station we got chatting to Maria who was from Ibiza. Oh top place I said that ive been many times had a great time partying. It transpired Maria had left many years ago when English yobs led the invasion. Oops!!. Anyway our lodge was plush fully functional all the trimmings and a fab brekkie but once again it was raining. Who would have thought rain in the rainforest. Really you would have thought they would have learnt to accommodate tourist by now, so selfish. In between the rain we managed to befriend a German girl that was pleasant enough it a little on the geeky side who came with us Jungle trekking when it stopped raining. Trekking was eventful, when we turned up Marias bloke Nicolas chucked us some suede shinnys and told us to buckle up in case our reptile friends fancied nibbling on some Geordie flesh. Champion. Despite the pads we didn’t see any snakes but had fun hiking around the jungle form which our clothes have never recovered from the smell (we need to find a laundry soon) and Menisha and I are convinced that the dude kept taking us round in circles after all it all looks very similar. From the jungle lodge we headed south again on the bus (we have done nearly 1 to 2 days in bus time now but is well better than the uk) to floranolpolis stayed there for a night in a hostel had giant pizza then headed south to watch whales in praia de Rosa. Upon arriving we were dropped at the highway a good 8km from the beach from where we had to get a local bus to the beach which was interesting to say the least. It consisted of me, menisha, lady and daughter, daughters baby and woman as mad as a brush. Nana arrived talking to herself then nearly sat on menisha before asking her to move up. Nana was around 13-14 stone silver skinhead, thick skinned and smoked tabs like they were going out of fashion. She proceeded to complain about the bus being late the scolded us for not speaking the lingo. Whilst this terry wogan shenanigans was taking place the young girl was breast feeding and the rest of the people got fed up of waiting and Nana,s ranting and pished off. Eventually it turned up and we were taking to our destination very much on a bus for locals run by locals. My only regret was not getting a picture of nana who wouldn’t have been out of place on 39/40 route in the toon. Talking of pictures we are building up a look-alikes library and so far we have the aborigine dude from crocodile Dundee gday mick spotted in the veggie restaurant in curitiba and we also have the midget off james bond working on a long distance bus. Not sure what bond movie roger moore killed him in but at least he is alive and well seeking alternative careers in the bus business.
After our lively local bus journey we arrived at the hotel were we had decided to treat ourselves in at vida sol de mar which was a luxury place full of minted divorces or couple that had managed to boot out there nest. We didn’t exactly fit in with our backpacks and smelly clothes from the jungle but hey the staff were pretty accommodating. We checked into to a superior double with a fireplace Jacuzzi bath and ocean views which was a little different from the hostel before but we liked it. As it was sunny when we arrived spirits lifted by being by the sea in luxury we ordered our first caiparinha. Given the taste we the headed to the supermercado to purchase the main ingredient local firewater cacacha for all of 2 squid a bottle. Needless to say the rest of the afternoon was spent hazily enjoying our surroundings followed by dinner and more wine followed by crap food at the hotel. The following day our whale trip was abandoned due to the weather and we started to doubt we would see them and our adventures south be wasted. Another cacacha day passed interspersed by walks on a beach voted brazils best not so long ago and quick enough and were awake early the next day excited at seeing the whales. During breakfast overlooking the ocean we saw about six whales very close to the shoreline basking about playing which was great. I wouldn’t have minded canceling the whale trip from then onwards but we opted to go and was taken in a bus up the coast by our whale expert roderigo who had previously told us 2 nights ago the only reason he was back helping the family out was because he went a little crazy at Uni not so long ago. I think it must have been drug related as by the time we had finished our whale education talk before leaving the boat it was clear there was something else in Roderigos coffee. Talking us through our education he basically explained that a whale was a mammal, often log and had eyes. No sheet Sherlock give this man a gold star. Ecotourism my harse. Party boy gets lucky with family is more like it. Anyway we went out and got within 20 feet of seeing a female with her baby which was fantastic. We have picture a plenty but I am still trying to track down a place that will let me download the canon software that will let me put them out to the world so bear with us on that one. On the bus out of the whale place we realized that Roderigo had failed to charge us for our whale trip which saved us about 25 quid each so in hindsight our fury at their false pretence to know anything about whales was calmed by the powers that be. Anyway we are now in Barra De Lagoa for a few days renting an apartment hanging out in the sun before we head to the waterfalls in the west then upto the panatanal wildlife watching before ganning to rio then north to Salvador.

Hope all is well with people back home

Would be good to hear from you all, let us know what’s going on whilst we are basking/burning in the Brazilian sunshine.

Laters

Gav and Menisha

Ola mates!

We're here! Pheeeeewwwww!

Nothing can prepare any of us for the Brazil. A new place with new sites, sounds and in our cases an intelligible language - we've barely mastered our own for gawdsakes!). Both Gavros Hugemeister and I spoke to lots of peeps, did our reading and as a result had our own expectations of Brazil and the Brazilian massive who would be hosting the first leg our our Big Adventure.

We were both shattered after an endless merry-goround of packing (houses, rucksacks, small useless household objects in bubblewrap into paper, in cardboard boxes, into cupboards...), organising tenants and generally getting our shit together. A big thanks to all those that helped - we couldn't have done it without you. You know who you are and we're both really grateful. Ta ever so!

Getting on that plane at stupid o'clock in the morning on a drizzly, cold grey Toon morning (much like any other) we were totally ready for our new start. Bring it on! Ncle - Amsterdam. An eternity on the concourse (delayed by the damn Schipol fog) and 11.5 hours later we arrived in Sao paulo.

A vast expanse of a city - A megapolis (that's silly Lonely planet speak, lonely planet/footprint guide is evil, more of that laters) - of 30 million people. Set inland on a high plateau consisting of and surrounded by great big hills covered in lush forests and houses filled with little (in the main) Brazilian people. Enormous and awe inspiring.

OUr taxi driver from the airport had one of the biggest grins imaginable. It made his whole face light up.Despite being caught in what we gathered was the Sao Paulo horrendorama of a post 5pm traffic jam (it was 7pm and still choca). He kept shaking his headand point at the traffic all around us across the way, above on hills, below us in the valley. Cars and lots of 'em. Clasping his thumbs and the tips of his fingers repeatedly like a crab - he'd point, say something that we belive translated roughly to "Blimey look at all that traffic! It never changes!" Lots of lane dodging and a few short cuts later we arrived at our pousada. He helped with our bags and even knocked off 1.50 Rs (roughly 40p) from our fare. Nice man. Bonus! We'd only been in the country five minutes and saved some cash.

Thusfar we've had a pleasant couple of days in Sao Paulo, Brazil. We've learnt.

- There are people in the world who are smaller then we are. (Gav is especially happy aboiut this.

- Brazilians like their food. Imagine, Bread (like 12 different types), fruit, cake (three types at least), cheese, ham, juice and jelly for breakfast. As much as you can eat. Sadly no icecream, they've let the Brazilian breakfast side down) to go with our jelly, I wanted to complain, but Gav wouldn't let me. Woos.

- Guidebook are generally our of date and can't be trusted.

- Likewise, Brazilian roadmaps can't be trusted either. In Brazilian not far means keep walking for three days and you might get there. Well it is the size of Eurpoe(more book trivia - we've got more if you're interested just let us know. our minds are filled with crap travel book facts). Our poor little legs have walked miles and miles and miles....

All in all we had a pleasant couple of days in Sao Paulo, headed to Curitiba which is 6 hrs south on the bus. Been hanging our here and plan to get the bestest train journey in Brazil to Morretes a little colonial town tomorrow. Given there ar like two ther train rides in the whole country not sure what to expect. We'll let you know soon. Ciao for now.

Mski and Uge xx