A red head named Tanswell

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Flag of Brazil  , Santa Catarina,
Thursday, February 9, 2012

After hearing so many frightening things about Brazil, I must say that we were a little apprehensive about getting off the bus in Florianopolis in the first place. This was further heightened by me trying to navigate my way to our hostel (1 hour away by bus and a further 10minutes by walking) without having much of a clue about where we were heading. Eventually we managed to stumble across the hostel, once again unscathed, to find that two of our Yankee friends (Danny and Leona) that we had met in Buenos Aires and again in Montivedeo were also sleeping in the same room as us! Feeling adventurous, we decided to go with them and hire a motorbike to explore the island. To our astonishment, you need to have a motorbike license to drive over here and the guy would not even accept a small bribe. Until now, everything that we had heard about Brazil had been untrue! No muggings, no bribing and we still had all of our kidneys, what was this? However, I suppose I really should be thanking this man, as no more that 10 minutes later it begun to rain and it did so heavily (Mum, I will have to give you his number so that you can thank him). So with no motorbike or the need to drive anywhere we decided to enjoy a few cheap brews, whilst Jaclyn chose to spend her beer money on food for the stray dogs that had been following us for the past half hour. The most amusing thing about this is that they obviously get fed quite well, as they did not want to have a bar of the shitty dry food that Jaclyn was offering them. The next day was quite uneventful as the rain from the previous day continued to pour into the following evening, however, it cleared up enough for us to go to a pre-carnival party in the streets of the city centre of Florianopolis. We managed to get lost and stumble across a nice local who had tried to help us out at the bus station a couple of days earlier, and being the top guy that he was, he allowed us to hang out with him for the rest of the night! So together we purchased cheap beers and followed a float whilst trying to unsuccessfully sing along to the Portuguese lyrics that were being pumped out by the speakers (the local was a lot better at this then us). That evening we went back to our room to meet our new roomies (Nick and Paul) as Danny and Leona had departed for Sao Paulo. These boys were hilarious without even trying to be. With their English accents, sun burnt skin, and only one goal in mind (which was to get laid), they strongly resembled the characters out of the comedy television show/movie The Inbetweeners. To add to this Paul (a natural read head) who was the most sun burnt out of the two of them, had the surname Tanswell! The next day we ventured out to a small island paradise just off the main Island of Florianopolis. It was a gorgeous setting where the palm trees went down to the blue waters edge. The beach also consisted of the softest of soft white sand, calm turquoise water and was shut off from the rest of the world by a couple of large boulders at either end, giving it that private secluded feeling that we all look for in a tropical paradise. It was about 4pm by the time that Jaclyn and I decided to get off our relaxed sandy white bums and go for a walk. After going to all of the effort to get out of our comfortable positions, we discovered that the trails were all closed for the night, however, fortunately for us, one of the 'rangers' offered to show us around instead. So we managed to get a private tour along a permanently closed track and learn about the flora and fauna and the wildlife for free. This experienced, coupled with a number of free/cheap caipirinhas on offer by the various hostels that we had stayed in meant that Brazil was rapidly becoming one of our favourite countries that we have visited thus far!
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