12 hour night bus times and we're in Florianopolis, a beautiful island doon the soof of Brazil. We're staying in a hostel over looking a lake that you can swim in.. Lush town.
We've mostly tanned and boozed here really, and eaten everything in our sights!
On our first night we had an impromptu beach party with new hostel pals and some Argentinians with guitars. It was all very backpacker'ish civilised times, until a Bristolian girl we met came to tell us she'd been for a shit behind a rock and dipped her A town in the sea for a wash!
Our clumsy levels have increased tenfold so we're covered in crackwhore-esk bruises which is sexual. Yesterday I tripped over a doormat and lay winded on the floor for the cleaner and our 2 new roommates to find. Hewo!
We met some Manch girls yesterday and all went to a beach party on the other side of the island, wicked times. We got talking to some Brazilians on a stag and spent the eve in VIP being plied with the booze that would later see us getting in what we thought was a taxi, until the driver started to take pictures of us.. Twats!
Samba is massive here, so tonight we're going to a club to learn how to do it, although I'm confident that Dirty Dancing has already taught me what I need to know. Tonight might be the night of a full Swayze lift!!
Tomorrow we leave Brazil, and head for Iguaza Falls in Argentina.. bum twitch excitement!
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