Grande Times

So after the intense times of Rio we are in this sexy bastard.. Ilah Grande.

It's like stepping into a postcard! A walk around with no shoes on, all the islanders know your name kind of place.  Paradise times!

Most of the eateries here are 'por kilo' which means you pay for the weight of your food.. This is also the case in the ice cream shops, which we learned after squeezing the worlds dulce de letch into a cone.. So now we eat 2 meals a day, our 3rd being beer and menthol fagins!

We trek now, for hours through jungles and shit! Occasionally coming across some monkeys or a spider that looks like it'd take down a rhino.. But you know, that's just our lives now. 

Yesterday we hiked to a natural pool, some prison ruins and this WATERFALL!! I am sitting in it trying to recreate a herbal essence advert, correct.

This is David our French friend.  He lives on a diet of liquids and weed (the cure!) and sometimes wears a skirt.  He's teaching us Spanish in prep for Argy, which I can't seem to do without a full lisp.. To everyone's amusement.

Today looked mostly like this... Such terrible times.

Next porto, Paraty!