Point To Note

Trip Start Apr 18, 2010
Trip End Dec 20, 2010

Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines
Where I stayed
Pousada Internacional
What I did

Flag of Brazil  , Maranhão,
Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Weight gain plus tropical heat equals unpleasant inner thigh chaffing. I discovered this the hard way whilst wandering round São Luís which, if you consult your handy map book, is right near the top of Brazil, closer to the Equator than I've ever been. It's hot. Like, seriously fucking hot. I mean, I've been in Cairns, Australia for the build up to the Wet and that was hot but this is Sweat Your Box Off And Don't Expect To See It Again Until You've Moved Somewhere More Sensible hot. I love it.

In Cairns, despite the humidity, everyone is still on the go, on their various missions for stuffed koala toys and novelty boomerangs. Here in São Luís, everyone just lounges around in the butecos or chills out in the streets in the shade, selling or drinking beers and soft drinks or milk stright from the coconut and generally not moving much. My kinda place. And my staple diet is no longer coxinas and caipirinhas, its ice cream and anything in a can that's been pulled from a bucket of ice that I can press to my face and neck before opening and consuming.

Aside from the heat, other things you notice about São Luís are the hammock shops. Every other shop is a hammock shop. So I bought a hammock. Good to see the art of the Impulse Purchase still isn't dead and I'm sure it'll prove very useful when I find I have the urge to swing in a piece of cloth between two trees getting savaged by mosquitoes.
And then there's the cats. The place is full of cats, there's shit loads of them, it's a veritable Andrew Lloyd Webber musical right there in the centro histórico. More pussy than even a lesbian can handle.

There's not really much to São Luís but I still really like it. There's only the Historical Centre to look at and that's... well... its historical init. And by "historical" I mean "could use a plasterer and a few tins of paint." The award for the most feral place I've ever stayed in goes to Pousada Internacional an all. I mean, I'm not saying its unpleasant, in fact its quite the opposite. Marcio is lovely and did his best to get around my complete lack of Portuguese whilst plying me with beer but the showers could do with a clean once in a while so you don't come out feeling dirtier than when you got in.

I could easily kill a couple of days here just sitting on Rua Da Estréla with a cold drink or four, watching the world go by. Watching it go by very very slowly.
Slideshow Report as Spam

Use this image in your site

Copy and paste this html: