So this entry is Sao Paulo and florianopolis of Brazil....
I travel over night on the night bus from platform 9 and 3/4, Rio de Janeiro to Sao Paulo with a couple of Swedish friends I meet in the hostel... They actually turn out to be good friends, they like frozen yoghurt a bit to much but there kool enough so I decide to let them hang with me ;-)
We arrive in Sao Paulo quite early am, the night was a good experience and one that I will no doubt see more of.. We can't check in the hostel as its too early so we decide to have a wander and see the delights of the city... It's huge we decide to walk the city, visiting parks, museums, football stadiums, shopping malls and see a lovely punch up in the Italian neighbourhood, just incase we didn't walk enough we walk some more, then a bit more and just to make sure we are truly fcuked and gonna sleep well, we walk some more... If I remember rightly 8hours in total...
The next day we spend looking for a belt, it takes all day because obviously it has to be the right belt not just some cheap easy fitted and plain belt... ;-) I don't know, these sweds are fussy... At the football stadium yesterday I got to witness the penalty taking skills of the sweds and what can I say "I'm happy to have you in our euro group" ;-) hahaha... Love you really Johan...
I remember that they headed off to sea iquazu falls and I to florianopolis a beach resort in south of brazil... I just can't remember the bus or the times...
I went to florianopolis with the thoughts of staying a few days then visiting another town/city/part of brazil but this never happened... See florianopolis has this magnet, not only does it offer great company, food, entertainment, hostels, beaches it also has the shagging dog culture... More to follow later...
So on arrival I'm offered a trip to a private beach with a "small" trek through a "jungle/forest"... I decide good way to meet people and see some sites so go... Not realising it's a full day trip, with both walking shoes, and beach wear needed... I get talking to a Canadian called Kevin, a guy called idan (cant remember where from) a German called mel, another german called omid, argentinian called fede and some crazy guys from NY city... All seem a good laugh and over the next few days become good friends....
I spend the next few days visiting the beaches, and enjoying Brazilian BBQs... We all head out to a pacha nightclub in a mini bus one night and get really drunk, it's a great night for ze germans as its one there fav dj's and as Daniel keeps telling me one the best around... I try explain to him I wouldn't know a good Dj if he landed on me but he too busy enjoying the music and remembering the ball crossing the line in the 1966 world cup final... :-)
We arrived back to the hostel as the sun was rising and decide that after a bit of breakfast we will go to "mole beach" which is a bit of a party beach for the day and chill there... We stop in the supermarket for supplies and while there I see that the two sweds (Johan & Stefanie) have managed to stalk me down, I can only greet them with a cuddle and Ice lorry as there is no frozen yoghurt... That day at the beach was and still is one of my favourite days so far on this trip... A group of Europeans enjoying volley ball, dance music, ice creams, fights between deck chair salesmen, the sea, rocks and a long walk home... I'd like to take this point to say thanks to all of them that was involved for a great day... (if they read this of course)
Now this brings me to the "shagging dog" culture, now I have the ability to attract animals like Dr Doolittle but without the expert vet skills... We was at a bar one night and the que to get in was all a bit to much for me, I tell Omid that I'm gonna head back to hostel with a few beers to help explain the finer qualities of the England 4-1 Germany game with Daniel..
As I leave the beer shop I see a couple dogs having a "jolly" time on the side of the road, having laughed at this as a kid it's nothing unusual to see and obviously it's Saturday night so they just doing what we all would love to be doing, expressing ourselves outside a gas station... As I walk the walk to the hostel they decide to over take me, nothing unusual in that, but then they start having a jolly time again, I walk pass give them a thumbs up and carry on my merry way.. Now after this happens 4/5 times I start to get a bit annoyed with this crazy dog, showing off is one thing but seriously alllllllllll the way home..?? Anyway I lose them towards the end of my journey, as I approach the hostel doorway i see that there in the door way shagging on the door step...!! I press the bell and the door flys open for all in the garden and tv room to see me, beer in hand watching two dogs at it...!! Now that is why In certain parts of Germany I'm known as the crazy dog pervert, but obviously this isn't true just one those silly Omid stories..!! ;-) great one that no doubt I will have to share with the grandchildren one day... It was a good week after this that I left for Iquazu falls, so that will be the next chapter:
Iquazu falls and the return of professor snape...
peace out much love Micky xxx