450, R. Pau De Canela, Campeche, Florianopolis, Santa Catarina, Brazil
Waking up on the 21 with a belly full of meat and beer left us not really wanting to do alot. We were now souther on the island than Barre da Lagoa and the the more southern you travel the more secluded and less touristy it becomes so there wasn't a huge amount to do anyways. Plus the fact we'd met a good bunch of people meant that we were quite happy to chill out around the pool and do nothing. We went to find the beach in the evening and got lost. Whilst asking for directions I stepped off the road into the grass verge. After about 3 seconds my foot began to feel like it was on fire. Thinking I'd stepped into stinging nettles or something I stepped off the verge to inspect what I'd stepped in. I couldn't see anything there but the intensity of the burning on my foot was increasing. 'Maybe I should inspect my foot?'. Looking down my foot was crawling with black ants, must off been at least 50 on there. Brushing them off only resulted in them crawling on my hand so I poured my beer on my foot killing the ants but not solving the burning sensation. We had to then give the beach a miss and retreat to the safety of the hostel and pool. The following day we did however find the beach, played abit of Aussie rules football and again mooched by the pool in the afternoon. A few caipirinha's and games of d*** in the evening left suitably fuzzy headed and ready for bed.