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Sickness, Fanta, Kitten, Drag queens
Hiya!
Never know how to start these things but I can´t believe I have only 57 days left - shocker and a bit upsetting really as it feels it has gone really quickly and not quickly like when you leave a workplace and look back thinking `Wow that went quick` when in all honesty it was a slow as hell! It really has gone quick! I don´t want to go back to the UK ! Anyway whine over.. let´s continue MY story shall we??...
So from arriving at Praia de ´Pipa in the evening we at last had our first night out since the tour began 8 days in! Chris and I headed off to a bar where yes I confessed I coerced her to down pints of beer so I am partially to blame for her getting drunk! After the bar we headed to a samba club and met our tour leader and a few others on the tour... brilliant nght out which involved plenty of embarrasing photos of me tangoing in a samba club with a cushion, though one of the local girls actually complimented me on my samba ... at least I think it was a positive comment! Evening ended with me chasing Chris around the town : Don´t go to the beach Chris you might drown etc etc! Woke up the hotel owners .. so who knows they may ban drinking there since I found out La Serena has doine that since I woke up the hotel screaming for my flip flops!
Next day not feeling too bad considering Holly and I walked around town, bought a Brazilian flag bikni and sarong.. (when in Rome and all that) then made lunch, leftovers where heavily wrapped up in the fridge with the warning notice of No Toque Por Favour for those prying fingers! Evening was spent having pancakes and talking.
25th March I realise I have lost my hiking boots. I know they are a pretty big thing to just realise you have forgotten! A bit pissed about that especially as when the tour leader rung up the private bus driver he couldn´t find them .. hum, erm bit dodge that I think! Rest of the day is spent dossing really watching the hotel dogs chase monkeys about, then the nightbus for Fortaleza.
26th Officially do not like Fortaleza - one stop at a local ice cream place and Holly and I are ambushed by two young girls begging for money, they wait for us outside and then follow us back to the hotel, Holly told me she was ready to defend herself! After thay episode I need my Fanta fix (totally addicted to this drink.. I blame Rio). Dinner time is with the group, get a bit told off by trying to get an all you can eat buffet to wrap up food for my luch the next day.. I got punished for that though on the way home as this tramp followed Holly and I back most of the way! Lucky overall though as the tour leader tells us someone tried to break into his room!
27th March
Waiting for the bus to take us to Jeriacoara and this guty comes up to our tour leader asking for a light.. I have to say I find this odd, probably because I grew up around London where anyone coming close to you is considered a threat! I explained this with the quote of the day: Rob me or molest me! We arrive at the J town (too long to keep writing although this bracket sentence is longer I know!) and we head out for dinner. I have a few drinks and then head for bed whilst the others go out on the beach.
28th March Stomach ache strikes! This is the start of a week long episode for me although the highlight is as of the 4th April I have lost about 9pounds/10 pounds! Anyway I digress, this day is spent strolling along another beautiful beach ( yep beach central this trip is!) . Also watch a s***e film in Portuguese which is obviously difficult for me having no grasp of this language at all, to tell you the truth it sounds horrible to me! After the s***e film we head off for our bin liner party, however the whole vibe of the group is really sombre, I don´t really know why so Holly and I head back to our room intemding to wake up at 1am when all parties start apparently - we sleep through though - oh well!
29th March Holly and I head to Pedra Furada a beautiful cliff face along a 6km walk, much photo taking and attempts to take cheesy shots of us flying the brazilian flag later we make dinner. That´s it really, the problem with most of the towns in this trip are that they are really shack beach towns with a few bars but nothing much else, I mean they sometimes have the odd street party but nothing starts until 1am/ 2am which is alien to me as in the UK people enter pubs and clubs at around 10pmish!
The next day is a dune buggy ride for about 2 hours to Carniaba. The journey is manic with the jeep feeling like a chicken coop that feels like it will topple over at any point! One of the workers clings to the outside ready to jump into the lagoons to make a safe pathway for the jeep although he doesn´t do the best of jobs! Two boat carry overs of the jeep later and we take a private bus to Parnaiba. A really s***ty town with nothing to do really. Although the next day we head on an all day boat trip across the River Delta which is pretty cool- stopping at lagoons, passing rice farms and make-shift boats that people use to take out and fish. After the trip I head out for dinner and yes once again my food is forgotten! It is becoming a bit of a trend really! The next day feeling really bad withj the stomach I spend the day in bed as to be honest seeing a small town´s sights which aren´t highly recommended doesn´t feel me with get up and go really! Nightbus journey follows to Sao Luis.
2nd April
Sightseeing of Sao Luis day - love this town with really beautiful colonial buildings, handicrafts (being careful!), C&A shop (calm yourself people ...I kid you not !) and a gorgeous kitten! After a few horrors sightseeing and in the intense heat I go off and do my laundry before joining the group for dinner and then promptly running off to the hotel for the toilet!
The next day which is a rice cracker only food day we go off sightseeing some more, visiting some really beautiful derlict buildings (seriously they look amazing in the blue sky backdrop), churches, and a building which use to house slaves. In the evening we have dinner (rice and beans for me) before doing the dreaded counting down the clock till 1230am so that we can hit a club! Me, Holly and our tour leader head off to two gay clubs I have a really good time - loads of transvestites for Holly and I to make comments on, good music, lasers (I love lasers- anyone who has gone out with me on this tour knows this!), gay men that want to dance properly with me and not attempt to grope, and a really cool drag queen performance that involved this man dressed up in feathers, a corset with illuminous make up and a strobe lighting backdrop attempting to mime to english songs like´Get this party started and Bring me to life - he was good with the image but as he cant´t speak english the dubbing was shockingly bad! Only annoying thing was having this drag queen look me up and down - I know love you have bigger breasts than me ! Whatever you don´t have to stare! LOL
Now it´s the 4th April and I´m in an Internet Cafe (duh) having spent the day buying a few clubbing outfits and looking at some handicrafts!
Quotes of my trip
I am continuing on from Vicky´s work and placing a few of the best here:
`WHAT NO POSTCARDS!´Me after leaving a Lima church, Andrea will testify that my shock went on for a well shocking amount of time!
´We are going to a rock bar´ Jesper trying to get everyone rallied up for a night out in Lima - you had to be there really!
´I feel awful´ Jesper after the rock club night out.
´I carry the gas tank´` Porter on the Inca trail introducing himslef and in the process making me feel bad at huffing about my rucksack!
`No thank you I don´t want to buy a hat´ Me telling a woman in Cusco that whilst I am drunk and sandboarding on the plaza floor the idea of buying a hat is not my priority. Andrea:`Àt least you were polite through it!´
`i´M NOT DONE YET!` Lori after the nightbus turns its engines on, just as us girls find a good toilet location up the road erm on the road!
`NO I want another diez note!` Me: in Sucre, apparently when drunk I still ensure my money is not fake!
´The music doesn´t inspire me´ Vicky at the JOyride Cafe in Sucre.
`What the f***! No can´t do it!` Me as I actually crawl into the tunnel of one of the Potosi mines.
´I can do this {kicking the bag} and it´s fine....we´ll ask Steve he is a chemist!´ Jesper explaining that having dynamite in a bag on our coach is fine as the detonater is separate.. obviously otherwise the kicking of the bag is a bad idea!
`They have waterbombs!´Me talking in my sleep and waking up Vicky to inform her of the threat of attack in our room!
`If he says Vamos one more time I´m going to chuck this ice pick in his facè ` Vicky not impressed at the pressure from our guide whilst climbng Volcano Villarrica.
´It´s practically 90 degrees´ Me and overdramatic description of a hill we climbed in Bariloche.
´ I´m still in the Salt Flats` Lauren and where she is at in her diary 4 weeks on.
`We got ready in 15 minutes, that´s pretty damn good!´ Vicky telling our tour leader what for when we´re late.
´b**** bag!´ Me and my description of my bag whilst in Iguassu.
´McDonalds, rice and beans´ Me and my description of Brazilian food.
´Don´t touch me Hellboy!´ Javier to Dirk.
´Rob me or molest me´ Me and my description of your choices in London with psychos.
´You´re basically screwed if you don´t like fruit´ Me and my thought of the day looking at another fruit laden (yuck) breakfast.
Javier:´There are children straving on the street.´ Me: ´f*** the children this is a kitten!´ My warped sense of reality.
Image: Javier shaking from drinking too much Red Bull ´I don´t know I think about 6 or 7 cans I´ve had since 630pm(it is now 1am).
Javier: ´We are leaving this club, the night when Paula gets more requests for attention at a Gay bar than me is the club I wanna leave!´
Javier: ´You´d make a great drag queen Paula´.
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