I´m in Brazil. It took a while.
I left my little fishing village Friday evening expecting a 14 hour bus journey but not really any dramas. But there was a strike at the border. We - i was with Craig and Lauren who I met a few days back in Colonia - got to Chuy, the frontier town, at about 11 when it was dark, lawless and there wasn´t really anyone around to tell us what we needed to do. Ended up getting a hotel for the night and waiting til the morning. Pretty glad we did as it took about 4 hours to get all the bits we needed, had to walk back to the Uruguay border control to get an exit stamp and try every cash point in town to get enough money for the new bus tickets we needed. Ended up leaving Chuy at 10 that night. Hassle.
But more of a hassle for Craig and Lauren, we´d spent so much time faffing to get across the border that their Visa entry dates had expired, so they got turned away at the Brazil border at about midnight. Which is nice.
Chuy was a weird place. The Brazil / Uruguay border runs down the middle of the high street - the Brazil side is blockpaved and the Uruguay side is HRA, road fans - which means it´s not really in either country so there´s just a heap of duty free shops and people selling fake stuff. There didn´t seem to be a fat lot to do to pass the hours. We played a fair amount of cards.
Anyway, I´m in Florianopolis now and it´s all suitably lovely, sadly it´s not a town where everyone listens to kraftwerk - although I did hear some dirtily squelchy Brazillian hip-hop today. Technically I´m in Barra de Lagoa, which is on a lagoon on a sub-tropical island off Florianopolis. It´s a bit of a resort but I reckon I can cope with that. This lagoon beats the pants off of our Santa Cruz lagoon, Mike, I tell you.
The weather is fairly mediocre, which suits me down to the ground. 27 degrees and cloudy. Ginger weather. and not eight inches of snow. Hostel´s about two minutes from the beach and the beach is covered in sand crabs, which are well cute. They stare at you, then throw a bit of sand, then stare some more, then scuttle down a hole. Well scuttly.
Went to a beach party last night. How very decadent.
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Weirdest thing eaten - a mussel empañada which is kinda like a cornish pastie, but with mussels in.
Best name for a steak house - Jesus
Place on the keyboard where the brackets and question marks are - who knows
I left my little fishing village Friday evening expecting a 14 hour bus journey but not really any dramas. But there was a strike at the border. We - i was with Craig and Lauren who I met a few days back in Colonia - got to Chuy, the frontier town, at about 11 when it was dark, lawless and there wasn´t really anyone around to tell us what we needed to do. Ended up getting a hotel for the night and waiting til the morning. Pretty glad we did as it took about 4 hours to get all the bits we needed, had to walk back to the Uruguay border control to get an exit stamp and try every cash point in town to get enough money for the new bus tickets we needed. Ended up leaving Chuy at 10 that night. Hassle.
But more of a hassle for Craig and Lauren, we´d spent so much time faffing to get across the border that their Visa entry dates had expired, so they got turned away at the Brazil border at about midnight. Which is nice.
Chuy was a weird place. The Brazil / Uruguay border runs down the middle of the high street - the Brazil side is blockpaved and the Uruguay side is HRA, road fans - which means it´s not really in either country so there´s just a heap of duty free shops and people selling fake stuff. There didn´t seem to be a fat lot to do to pass the hours. We played a fair amount of cards.
Anyway, I´m in Florianopolis now and it´s all suitably lovely, sadly it´s not a town where everyone listens to kraftwerk - although I did hear some dirtily squelchy Brazillian hip-hop today. Technically I´m in Barra de Lagoa, which is on a lagoon on a sub-tropical island off Florianopolis. It´s a bit of a resort but I reckon I can cope with that. This lagoon beats the pants off of our Santa Cruz lagoon, Mike, I tell you.
The weather is fairly mediocre, which suits me down to the ground. 27 degrees and cloudy. Ginger weather. and not eight inches of snow. Hostel´s about two minutes from the beach and the beach is covered in sand crabs, which are well cute. They stare at you, then throw a bit of sand, then stare some more, then scuttle down a hole. Well scuttly.
Went to a beach party last night. How very decadent.
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Weirdest thing eaten - a mussel empañada which is kinda like a cornish pastie, but with mussels in.
Best name for a steak house - Jesus
Place on the keyboard where the brackets and question marks are - who knows
1 comment:
I like the sandcrabs but don't like having to type in a word verification every time I comment on your blog. When I splurge like this it gets annoying. I know I have only myself to blame. Shh.
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