Hilltop - don't mess with the Zohan...

We arrived in Florianopolis Brazil after a 15 hour bus journey form La Paloma that I was dreading but abit of sleep and alot of podcasts made the journey ok. Despite every possible weather forecast on the Internet saying it was going to rain I was optimist it's Brazil there will be sun, wrong! It's was pissing it down like you couldn't believe, we found the bus station and a safe American showed us which bus to take to the hostel.

Making are way to the hostel are surfer mate Cam and his misses who we meet at milhouse came to meet us. We arrived at the hostel didn't no what to do because there is no reception (this would work in a favour later) the owner Zohan made us drop are bags and listen to his talk on the island.

The talk was sick we told us about the clubs and nightlife, where all the best beaches where, we were buzzing, but the torrential rain continued so the beaches would have to wait. The excitement of entering Brazil and meeting up with are mates got the best of us so we cracked open are first beer at around midday (mistake).

We meet up with Junior and his misses Angie and the milhouse crew was reunited. The session carried on threw out the day and eventually the rain stopped so we moved the session from the hostel to the river, this would be as productive as the day got.

By this time we were all pretty pissed so we hit an all you can eat meat feast well everyone except for Knate who had other ideas that would later backfire who went of with cam as and ended up getting to f***ed, the joys of dealing with a f***ed Knate.

We went back to the hostel by this time it was 11pm and we had not checked on are stuff was still in the living room. After tracking down Zohan he showed us are room. We then hit the nearest beach and carried on the destruction I cannot recall the rest of the evenings particulars but I no it was all good fun.

Hilltop is a Mecca for mosquitoes they f***ing love it. I woke up with the driest mouth known to man and bitten to f***. Some how we made breakfast Zohan gave us a talk on not getting to f***ed, which was rich because Cam told us his a f***ing nutter that loves getting wrecked. You could tell he was not all there he was being well safe but it was obvious he had it in him to flip.

Anyway I'll get back to that nut job later, today was Sunday which meant one thing p12 a sick pool party. We was meeting the others at three, it was now half ten all we had to do was make a quick trip to the cash point to get money easy right, hell no not in Florianopolis. The only cash point was an hour away by bus and this was Sunday so not many buses.

When we got into centro we couldn't work the cash point which sounds well retarded but you try it there complicated and this was ate first time in Brazil. So no money which was no good because are mates had bought us a 90 real club ticket we wouldn't be able to use and still have to pay for because we would not get back in time for the bus. By that time I was f***ing pissed off we got back to Barra Logoa at around half three and by some miracle the bus hadn't left, we paid are mates back another day and found out we could use are credit cards at the club. Boom we were off to a brazilian pool party, still hungover looking ruff but f*** it we were going. It was about a 45 minute journey that flew by laughing at people at the back asleep.

P12 lived up to the hype, loads of sexy Brazilian ass on show, good music and a pool obviously. The dj's sound system was pumping and he was banging out some sick electronic music. This carried on untill it got dark then everyone moves inside.

The DJ inside was a joke he had a huge fake looking chain on a cheesy grin so you can guess what the music was like Flo f***ing rider etc. It was all good because by this time I was pissed and there was plenty of hip shaking to look at almost to much, oh wait you can never get to much. Back on the bus I tought some people from Norway the John Carew song and that was that my first pool party, fully unreal.

We woke next day not gonna drink but it was junior last day and the fact we have f*** all will power meant we did! We meet everyone down the beach and got bullied Into buying some well strong cocktails that took ages to drink and made us look like pussys. We spent the rest of the day drinking at the beach watching volley ball and beach football in the funky little stadium. We went for something to eat at a tasty buffet where they weigh your plate to determine the price. We thought this was so sick we eat the rest of our meals there. We stayed on the beach till late anything to not have to go back to our sweat box room! All in all a good day. The following day we were low on energy we needed a recharge so we chilled.

We had stayed an extra night at the hostel and know body had said anything, we had already been talking about f***ing off with out paying and this made it more a reality. Anyway today was the day I was going to turn into a rad surfer. We got some boards from the hostel and cam came down to teach us. It was f***ing difficult we did a few trail runs on the beach then went out to do it for real. Standing was to hard and the waves weren't great I managed to get on my knees a few times and that was as good as it got. It also gave me and evil board rash on my chest which was painful.

The morning came when we were leaving. At this point in time we hadn't yet paid for any of the accommodation in floripa, again down to the lack of organisation. We decided we were pushing our luck so booked up another hostel further south in the island. The time came where we had packed our bag and ready to go. We had the money to pay for the hilltop, however the lack of a reception made us wonder if in fact they'd thought we'd already paid. No one had asked us and no one seemed to be asking the question as we were packing our bag. As I mentioned before Zohan was blatantly a crazy ex military Israeli that had a physco side! This was the only thing stopping us but the prospect of 'saving' £150 was too tempting. When the coast was clear we bagged up and strolled out our room and out the hostel. Outside was one of the workers which presented a possibility of confrontation! 'see ya later, have a good rest of your trip'... We both sigh with relief and briskly walked on to the path.