Jabaquara, Brazil
We woke to our last breakfast in Paraty. All the friends we'd made here had left yesterday and lots of Brazil people were now here for the jazz festival. Around the breakfast table was a lot of foreign language, none English and none that we understood. Lee Had a bit of a hangover. Not the best remedy. We'd handed our clothes to the hostel for laundry before we'd left for the boat trip yesterday and everything was still damp. They don't have a dryer and it hadn't...