Well well well....Heres what I have been up to!

Last night we decided we couldnt afford to go to Lapa and Samba the night away so we had tea and had a couple of drinks. We were walking back to the hostel at about 10:30pm and I was a little light headed from Caphrinias!!! We bumped into some lads on the corner of the street where our hostel is...They cook a barbique there every night - its delicious!

One of these lads is called Hossain (Like Saddam Hossain) and he was brought up in Leiscester. When asked what he does for a living out here he does not reply without looking around first-he then feeds you a load of crap about fighting! The next lad is Hossains cousin - he is called Saddam!!!!! Other lads include 'the chef'who is massive and only speaks Brazillian, and there are loads of others. Nearly all of them are from the favelas.

So we sit there chatting and Kerry pulls some bloke called 'Maeratisas'or something - from what we understood he is 23 and works on a beach front petrol station. She decided to squirm when he said he was 23 and then abruptly told him a big fat no. Anyway, we sat there a while drinking lots and lots and then we get invited to a party in the local Favela - called Favela Funk. We had already been to a favela party and saw how rough and dangerous they can be but we decided to go for it as this party was free. Kerry wanted to go for one reason only - a certain Man!!!!

We caught a taxi up to the favela (with a fridge one of the lads had just bought) and we could here the music from miles away. We stuck out like sore thumbs as we seemed to be the only white people, this was not that bad an issue though. As we were with one of the main men we didnt pay for anything which was cool. We sat down and had a beer and was joined by the others which included one american (He works for the US goverment and we are sure he is a spy!). After an hour or so of chatting we moved to the party - we arrived when the local vicar/priest/preacher what ever - he was preaching a sermon to the crowds and they were loving it. Then the music started and it was so loud (brazillian funk deafens you!). At that point me and Kerry went to the toilet which just consisted of a small partioned room with toilet bowls - no toilet paper in sight and everyone can just watch!

We started dancing and thats when I noticed Kerry was no longer interested in dancing but in a man. She was completely wasted and I think they might have lost each others tongues at that point! Yuk! So I danced on my own whilst every brazillian bloke in the vicinity tried it on and I have never been offered so many different substances. We soon learnt that our new 'friends'were also in the importing, exporting, sales business (Do you get what I mean??? Its perfect because the police do not go into the favelas because they are too dangerous!).

We stayed a while and I spent the night looking at the floor so I couldnt make eye contact with any male creatures as that seems to be a sign that your interested. Some of the lads decided to catch a taxi back so we went with them. The second we crossed the outer favela line the police pounced and one of the lads had to be searched and was asked to hand over his money otherwise they would plant something on him or make up a story (No Corruption in Brazil then!). We were intently watched from our seats and the polce didnt half carry some large looking weapons!

We arrived back in Impanema and thats where I said goodbye to Kerry as she was much more interested in staying awake with a certain man than going to bed (It was 5:15am!). She went off to his apartment and I went to bed (after having a joke with the hostel security people about kerry and her man!).

This morning I was woken up early by Kerry coming in (aparrently its cold in his apartment!) however she was grinning like an idiot! I went back to bed and stayed there until at least 12! Then we have headed off to the beach as its been 25c here today. I dont think we will be doing much this evening because my travelling buddy has not been to bed in 48 hours!!!!!!!

What a night with the CIA (FBI,MI5 etc) agent, an importer, an exporter, a chef, and random other people!!!!!

The identity of Kerrys Man has to remain a secret becuase her mum and dd can read my blog!!!! I promised her!!!!