Visit to the Itaipu Dam in Foz de Iguazu, Brazil

Approx the 5th of February...

We visited a dam which produces impressive amounts of energy for Brazil and Paraguay (not Argentina). As the river flows between the two countries, they share the energy. However, Brazil clearly needs more because it is an absolutly huge country in comparisson to Paraguay. From what I remember, the Itaipu dam produces 80% of the energy that Paraguay consumes and 20% of the energy that Sao Paulo consumes. Yet in terms of productivity, Sao Paulo uses 80% of the energy and Paraguay only 20%. Something like that. We visited it and had a little tour in an air conditioned mini van. It was one of the most luxurious days we had! Interesting, but I got to admit that, not being an engineering freak - i was not completly taken away by it. Although we did have a good laugh at the cheesy half hour propoganda video they showed us!

By the way, the Itaipu Dam is named that way due to the history of the formation of the dam. Before constructing the dam, and consequently flooding kilometers of inhabited land around the river, there was a big rock/island in the middle of the river. As the water crashed onto the rock, it produced a sound. The indigenous people living on the banks of the river would hear this and therefore named the rock "Itaipu" which means "the rock that sings".

OK thats all great, but now is my moment to have my little "crisis" and moan and complain. COMPUTERS DRIVE ME NUTS!!!!
Its so great to spend my time away from them, forgetting the sore eyes, headaches and stresses that computers provide, especially when they are slow, old and break down all the time when you don't have the time (nor the pesos) for it!
My blog is over a month behind and I just cant manage to update it. This is partially due to the fact that I dont have time, the computers crashing and or freezing and I dont want to post anything if there are no pictures. Its not fun without pictures, right?
Well its just going to be too bad for all of us, because pictures take a long time to upload AND it just so happens that my USB key, (which is supposed to have all my pictures stored since day one) has a virus. Yes USB keys can have a virus and I learnt it the hard way. I have therefore lost my pictures of Bahia (Brazil), Buenos Aires, Puerto Madryn, Rio Gallegos and Ushuaia (Argentina). And right now none of my pictures can be read from the USB key.
In other words: ESTOY FLIPANDO! Oh how I love to rely on technology for my memories!

Foz de Iguazu

Around the 30th of January 2009....

We met up with Stephanie in Puerto Iguazu (the Argentinian side) at the end of January. We spent one night on the Argentinian side, before reaching the Brazilian side (Foz de Iguazu) the next day, which is approx. one hour apart by bus. In Brazil we spent 3 or 4 nights in a great hostel called "Bambu" which had an outdour kitchen, terrace and swimming pool! The people running the hostel were also very nice, which allowed us to plan our trip and relax before setting off to Buenos Aires.


The Falls of Iguazu fall between Brazil and Argentina. It is this river which seperates both countries and also Paraguay. To visit the falls you can go either on the Argentinian or the Brazilian side. I went to both!

View of the Falls from the Brazilian side. This side is more panoramic than teh Argentinian side, which also means that you are further away from the falls themselves.

The view of "La Garganta del Diabolo" (the Devil's Throat). All the white smoky effect is from the huge quantity of water which explodes all over the place as the waterfall crashes down.

A pretty view from the Brazilian side (what else can I say?)

A tropical butterfly with the number "88" sitting on a ramdom man's hairy hand.

Another beautiful view from the Brazilian side (hence you are looking at Argentina)

The stillness and tranquility of the river as it reaches the falls. Quite misleading!

Me and the "Los Hermanos" falls - two baby ones on the Argentinian side.

Me again, on the Argentinian side.

You can get very close to the falls (and wet) in Argentina.

Here I am wearing my bathing suit as we had just come off the boat which takes you right into the falls! It is like being in a huge powerfall and very refreshing shower!

A view from the Argentinian side.

Looking up at a waterfall in Argentina.

Another, yet again, beautiful and breathtaking view from the Argentinian side.

View from Argentina.

Photos of Bonito!

Around the 25th of January 2009...

River in Bonito, Brazil, where we swam amongst the fish and waterfalls.

"Gruta de Lagoa Azul" (and my shoe) visited in Bonito.

We had to walk down into a hidden cave that was discovered 25 years ago. The water is turquoise deep blue and it is prohibited to touch the water.

A view of the cave, the turquoise water and the stalagtites and stalagmites. Spot the people walking at the bottom of the photo to notice the sheer size of the cave!

Nathalie and I with our masks on before snorkeling in Rio Sucurri in Bonito, Brazil. We did a day of "fluctuacao" int eh river, allowing ourselves to be taken downt eh river by the current. It was prohibited to even touch the banks or even a stone, as to not disturb the natural ecosystem.

A mini waterfall in the Rio Formoso in Bonito, where we swam all day with some friends from the hostal. One of my favourite days - the waterfall looks unimpressive, but believe me the current and the force of the water were enough to make it a challange to even cross the river!

Nathalie and I on a tree trunck in the middle of the river - a real tropical paradise!

Life in Flip Flops: BAHIA!

After completing the hurried and exhausting and "bus-full" challange of visiting several places in and around Rio de Janeiro in under 2 weeks - we heading up north to the Bahian town of Itacaré. Described in the Lonely Planet guide (which I now want to burn) as a town of "surf, reggae and eco tourism". Perfect! For this trip, we had to prepare ourselves for our first "over 20 hours" bus ride. Indeed it seemed like quite a feat, so we armed ourselves with playing cards, newspapers, books and lots of food!

From the moment we got on the bus, the whole feel was different. In general on Brazilian buses, the air con is put on very high and the people in general are also quite religious. So you would sometimes see written on the bus "departure 17.00hrs to Salvador. Jesus is our Lord", for example. Even on the bus, the bus driver, before heading off, explains to all passengers that the journey will last so many hours, that we will make such and such stops every couple of hours to stretch our legs and go to the bathroom and perhaps buy food (which we definitely did). So from the moment we got on bus, aside from all these regular rituals, the people were already darker skinned and conversed with one another freely, as though all previously aquainted. We were offered food from two ladies sat in front of us and given some "cumin cake" from the woman opposite, after noticing me stare curiously at her fluffy yellow delicacy, and oh what a delicacy it was!

Within the first two hours, we had eaten pratically all our food (except for the fruit). Yet the journey went pretty easily and quickly overall. We read, spoke, listened to music, ate again... and overall, it was a pleasant journey and an incredible destination. Itacaré, situated a couple of hours south from Salvador de Bahia, was a coast town village full of surfboards, surfers and surf shops. Good vibes resumes it quite well.

We checked into our hostel, which had a balcony with hammocks, an open air kitchen and was approximetaly 10 minutes walk from the beach and just off the main street. Before even seeing the Atlantic Ocean from a Bahian point of view, we headed off to get information on Surf schools. We were advised to go to an independent one, which was in fact 3 times cheaper than all the rest, and within a couple of hours in Bahia, we already had a surf board under our arms and heading to the beach! Our instructor, Allan, spoke little English, but enough to tell us to "peddle" "sit" "turn the board" "protect the wax" (from the sun), "feet together" "big wave" "little wave" and "good wave". The first day we peddled and peddled to practice (and realise how unfit we are!). The second day we went on waves and managed to stand up a couple of times. I also managed to nearly kill people several times! (no kidding). Me and my orange board were a real danger to all other surfers! But I was determined to catch a wave, no matter what it costs!
The third day was great - The first wave I took, I rode and overall had a good days surf because the waves were stronger. However, after midday, the waves get chaotic and we couldnt do it anymore. Besides, our bodies were aching us a lot!

By day we surfed, and by night we went out with people from the hostel. We met Swiss and Swedish, amongst others. On one of the nights we all went to a party on the beach where they played "Forró" music. I didn´t dare to dance but Nathalie managed pretty well!

The beach in Itacaré is heavenly. Those (un)lucky to receive a postcard from there will know what I mean... Just imagine a heavenly beach - that was it! And it was SO hot! The sand was burning hot! So hot it literaly burned your feet and we had to run to the shade! Speaking of which, this is where we developed a gorgeous tan and where my hair had been naturally dyed a blonder tint by the sun. It was definitely over 40 degrees in Itacaré. We were taking two to three cold showers everyday, and as soon as we were out of the shower, we already began sweating!

We tried hard to not succomb to the tourist temptations of shopping, but did indulge in the best "Açai na Tigela" I have ever had! Açai is an Amazonian fruit, packed with vitamins and energy and absolutly delicious. The way they serve it in Brazil is in a bowl, blended with ice cubes and other fruits (especially bananas) and topped with honey and granola grains. A real breakfast boost!

We loved our time in Itacaré so much that we didnt want to leave! We had only 4 days there but we had already bought our ticket from Salvador to Campo Grande (on the other side of the country), so we were obliged to leave the town, a town I shall definitely return to one day.

I can´t upload pictures of Itacaré, but will do the next chance I get.

We took a coach at midnight for Salvador (overnight buses save us one night in the hostel).
We froze, the ride was extremely bumpy and we didnt sleep all night. I think it was the worst bus ride we ever took. The combination of that, plus saying good bye to Itacaré, did not make me a happy bunny! We had to change coach midway in the middle of the night and at 6am catch a boat to Salvador for another hour. We arrived in Salvador, exhausted and hungry at 7am, and everything was closed. Even the local market hadnt opened yet!
We managed to find a small food store and ate an Açai na Tigela to boost us up and walked around town. We had a day and night to kill before taking the plane at 4am to Campo Grande.

Salvador is a beautiful little town. Once the comercial capital of Brazil, it is now renowned to be the most dangerous city and to have the best Carnival parties! We spent the day in the old town centre, called Pelourinho. The streets and houses all looked colonial, with a touch of colour. We visited sevral churches (including one made of gold - very impressive - called Sao Francisco) and a historic museum. We also visited the house of the famous Brazilian writer called Jorge Amado. We bought one of his books (I bought his best seller "Garbiel, cinnamon and clove") and we came across a musical cultural centre, filled with historic indigenous musical instruments. I wish I could remember all the names. There were incredible instruments from all over South America. We even had the chance to watch a group of 11 young kids from the age of 4 to 10 play drums. They played amazingly well and learned new beats very quickly. It was very impressive.

We spent the rest of the day in the sun and headed off to the airport before night-time fell. We didnt want to be around Salvador with our backpacks late at night, nor take a bus to the airport. We picked our bags up from the port (where we had left them in the morning) and took the bus to the airport. From that moment on, our bodies started entering a mode of delirium from sheer exhaustion. We arrived at the airport and just wanted to pass out. We were so tired! We had been awake for almost 48 hours! Finally we boarded our plane at 4am and were hoping to arrive in Campo Grande at midday.

The first flight was fine, I utterly passed out. But we had to change plane in Rio de Janeiro at approx 8 am. We did so, but whislt waiting for the second plane to take off, the air con stopped working and the plane could not take off. We had to go back into the airport and wait for the next plane. To cut a long story short, we finally got to Campo Grande airport and were lucky enought to find a cheap ride to the village of Bonito, our destination for the next couple of days.

So what attracted us to Bonito? Well , it is situated in the world´s largest wetland - The Pantanal. And is Brazil-wide famous for its incredible excursions in crystal clear rivers and caves. We wanted some of that!

Teresopolis & Petropolis: An Attempt to Hike the Mountain

The day after Ilha Grande we wanted to hike in the National Park of Teresopolis. Before heading off, people were confused as to why we would want to visit Teresopolis - a town approx. 3 hours inland from the centre of Rio. Apparantely there was nothing to do there, but the country side is supposed ot be spectacular (surprise).

We took an early bus at 7am and arrived there at 10am. The views on the way were really impressive, espcially this one rock formation, which I later discovered it to be called "El Dedo de Deus" (The Finger of God), because it points upwards towards the sky - a sequence or three smaller ones and one larger one.

Upon arrival in Teresopolis we searched for transport to the National Park and were informed that the park was closed due to bad weather - indeed it was raining. So...there we were 3 hours away from home, exhausted from the combination of Ilha Grande and the early bus ride, with nothing to do in Teresopolis. We looked around town and indeed, it was a very dull place!

However, another hour away was a historic must see "Imperial City" - home to the Brazilian Emperor "Pedro II" from the 19th century.

So within another hour´s bus ride, we were in the next town.

Here there was definitely more life, and more tourists. It was a pretty little town cropped between the mountains. We visited the Emperor´s museum, which was their old mansion. Now this was a very interesting tour! We had to put on these slippers on top of our shoes in order to slide around and almost "polish" the wooden floors! It felt almost like ice-skating on wooden floors! We also visited a very interesting church and headed back to Rio de Janeiro.

Despite the fact that it was the most "tragically amusing" day, it was also our most expensive day with up to 7 buses in one day! All because we didnt organise our trip to hike before hand (we were also supposed to book a hike with a guide before setting off!) That ought to teach us to be more organised!

Here is an alternative sunset view of the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro.

As we arrived in the bus station (by the way, there are no train lines in Brazil and in South America in general) in Rio, we bought our bus ticket to Bahia for the next day - over twenty hours bus journey was waiting for us the next day...

Before taking the bus to the beach town of Itacaré in Bahia (north of Ilheus and south of Salvador) the following morning, Paulo, Nathalie´s AMAZING friend, invited us for a helicopter tour over Rio de Janeiro!! So an hour before our bus, there we were in the skies smapping 1000 pictures per second of the view over Rio. It was amazing, incredible and "oh my god!".

The perfect way to say goodbye to Rio!

Life in Flip Flops: Ilha Grande

Ooooooohhhhhhhh!! I got to recapitulate 2 weeks worth of travels! Madre mia! Vamos a ver...

Tuesday 13th January 2009

Was it a Tuesday? Whatever - we woke up in Isabela´s appartment in the neighbourhood of Botafogo (very close to the Pão de Azúcar) in Rio de Janeiro. We planned to go to Ilha Grande - a 193 km squared (tropical and virgin) which is 3 hours away from Rio de Janeiro. It has a reputation as one of the greatest beaches in Brazil (one in about 10,000 most beautiful beaches in Brazil...they all are!).


Nico, came over in the morning with some breakfast and in the space of one hour we booked ourselves into a campsite, found the bus times, packed our bags and were out the door to catch the bus to Angra dos Reis - the port village from where we shall take a bus.

We took a three hour bus ride to Angra dos Reis - a small fisherman´s town south west of Rio. From there we hoped onto a local´s fisher boat and enjoyed a sunny one hour ride to this famous tropical island.

On the left is the fisherman´s port - it smelt wonderful! The sign says that it is forbidden to camp outside of a designated campsite. Ilha Grande is a natural reserve and they take its conservation seriously. So seriously that there are no cars and no roads AND they only got electricity installed in the year 2001! Paying by credit card is hard to do. The place is virgin...

On the right, is an example of the type of boat we took.

I took time to meditate about life and digest everything that I have seen, done and have been feeling. Being so grandiose I fell asleep in the sun and woke up to see the shores of Ihla Grande.

Lush moutains with dense trees, turquoise green sea and deserted little creeks of sun tanned sand. How could a heavenly place be so close? I don´t think I actually realised what was there. I think at this point I was simply mesmerised.

We got off the boat and jumped straight into the sea and enjoyed a cool beer before heading to our campsite. We walked a couple of minutes, stopping every two seconds to take pictures, as every sight, every angle was worthy of a photograph - or more like, so beautiful that we wanted to forever capture it and never forget it.

Walking uphill through trees and little muddy paths, we reached one of the greenest campsites I have ever been to - Campsite "Bem Natural". Tired from witnessing nature´s preserved "spectacle", we got to the top of the hill just in time for sunset. We sat down on the terrace, with a celebratory beer and it was right then, right then and there that I could not keep my emotions in any longer. Tears built up in my eyes and the reality of this surreal environment, and my presence within it, hit me and I never felt such tranquil and overpowering joy as that moment.

We met a young Brazilian biologist by the name of Manuel who was walking through the whole of the island in the space of 10 days. He gave us ideas of discovering the island, its hidden caves and waterfalls - as opposed to lazing about all day on the beach. We decided to "do the walk" and discover the natural beauties of the island, instead of limiting ourselves to the sceneries and views.




A little incident happened that night, in the form of high winds and threats of tropical storms. We were anything but equiped for such an event. Thankfully Nathalie woke up (as opposed to my overpowering love of sleep which would have excluded me from any knowledge of flooding tents) and we witnessed our more prepared and organised neighbours covering their non waterproof tents with big plastic sheets. They kindly gave us one, which we attempted to fix it onto the tent with our bags and stones - which nevertheless got blown away by the wind - and we went back to sleep. All that was absoltuly useless to know - it didnt even rain!

We set off in the morning at approx. 10 am, after having decided to hike 11 km until we reach another creek (4 creeks away). Off we went (in our flip flops) for a very hilly and sometimes steep hike through the mountains. The walk was beautiful, refreshing and especially EXHAUSTING! It was very hot and we sweated all the day. Obviously we didnt have much water with us, so between the three we had to ration half a bottle of (now warm) water, in the hot humid weather. I think that from the combination of not having adequate shoes (and therefore hurting my poor little ankles), the lack of water, carrying our overnight bags, and the irregular rocky grounds - it was the hot humidity which caused us most fatigue. Nonetheless - well worth it!!

After god knows how many hours of walk and sweat and joyful torture we reached what I hope was our goal, but was only the first creek. There we guzzled water and cooled down. On the creek there was nothing but fishermen knitting up their nets and painting their boats while a couple of kids played in the sea.













Before heading off we were told about a small waterfall, so off we went for a little dip.

Indeed it was a very little waterfall, but its freshness and great necessity is not to be unrecognised!

We continued again to another creek, which was more beautiful than the last. Here our hunger grew and we began to flop onto the beach for a siesta. But luckily Nico spoke to a fisherman who accepted to give us a ride for free until the next beach. We sprung to the occasion and hoped onto the boat. Here he gave us fresh pineapple slices which must have been the most delicious ones I ever had!

On the photos below are: flowers that grow randomly on many trees, me on our saviour´s boat, the cute floor on the quay before catching the boat, the beautiful beach where we unfortunetly spent only a couple of minutes, and an example of the type of paths we walked on (with my resistant pedicure from Santos over 2 weeks ago).




This is all I have time to write for today. I should really write less but dont want to forget anything! All I can say is that we were incredibly lucky that day, cos not only could we not have made the planned 11km (I think we had managed 4km! In flip flops may I add...) and we received help from many people along the way AND found an accomodation in our final destination (which we did manage to get to in the end, thanks to a speed motor boat! :) We also ate like famished bushmen and did get a siesta on the beach.

That night we stayed at a chinese run hotel where there was a huge buffet and a party going on. We sampled some of their "cocktail" which was a combination of red wine, condensed milk and strawberry. Sounds revolting but you´d be surprised... it was so good that we were hanging aroung the jug, celebrating our luck and dancing all evening to 70s disco! It was a hilarious night filled with kids from some kind of kids camp. Here is the logo of our cool "pousada" (with mine and Nathalie´s feet!) We had a great time and went to bed, exhausted from our day´s effort. As the following morning was overcast, we decided to return to Rio (I think we were all secretly too tired to afront another day´s hike!)
We took a boat and a bus back to Rio on the 14th of January and once back at Isabela´s house - we crashed! Utterly crashed! We couldn´t even communicate properly together! Besides we needed the rest, as we had planned to go to Teresopolis the following day to hike and rock climb the natural reserve park!

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Life in Flip-Flops: Rio de Janeiro

Friday 9th January 2009

My first early start was quite a challenge but well worth it and possibly the best way to make most of all that Rio has to offer in the little time we have here. We headed up to the Cristo Rodentor, or Corcovado on a lucky bright day. The sky needs to be clear for the view to be worthy and it so happens that the micro climate in Rio is pretty foggy and rarely has complete clear skies due to the comination of oceanic humid air and the proximity of the mountains. The Cristo itself is at 980 meters above sea level and only a couple of kilometers away from the ocean.

We took a taxi to Cosmo Velho village and from there took a choo choo train up the moutain for 45 reales return. The train took a good 10-15 minutes to climb up and along the way we crossed a natural park with all its natural wonders and gradually reached heights from where the view of Rio de Janeiro is uncomparable. Once on top, we were litterally 'in the clouds'. The sky grew white and unfortunitely we didn't get to see the complete views of Rio, however what was presented before us was breath-taking enough. Perhaps it was a good thing that the skies were not completely clear, or else i would never want to leave!

The Cristo was very interesting to see, but as a touristis site, it was very crowded, sometimes a bit of a battle to get in or out. The amusing site was to see all the visitors doing the exact same thing: posing in front of the Cristo with their arms stretched out horizontaly, whilst a companion was framing the picture whilst lying down on the floor.

We stayed there approx. 2 hours and headed back down with the train, this time accompanied by live samba music all the way down, people were clapping and getting up to dance, which by now is a normal thing to witness. In general people sing and dance a lot here. It is quite common to hear people singing on the streets, in public transports or even in restaurants, not in an offensive way. Anyway, how could merry singing ever be offensive? Especially when there is a lack of European type stress round these parts. Stress, if it was to be present, would appear in different form.

We hoped onto a bus and went straight to the botanical gardens, which is the 4th largest in the world. The plants were exotic and beautiful and the trees were yet gain very tall! It was really impressive and relaxing to be there. We had lunched and a little siesta which was perfect.

There were too many flowers and too high trees for me to put all the pictures up, but here are some to give an idea. On the first picture you can see Nathalie. and also the height of the trees. The other three are pink !

We left the Botanical Park and on our way to the Lagoon, met Silviu, an aerodynamic physicist from Romania. He had a lot of information on Rio and we walked with him to the Lagoon and after an hour's walk, reached the neighbourhood of Ipanema (which is similar to Copacobana, except younger and newer, and probably safer) for some tapas. On the way there I experienced my first Acai fruit juice - Nossa! It was delicious!

Fruits play an important part in Brazilian diets. There are many fruit juice stands with a lot of passion fruit, mango, acai, coconut, pineapple, melon, and surprisingly, black grapes. They love black grapes! After this we headed home at around 8pm and got ready to go out with Nathalie's Italian friends.

That night we went to the neighbourhood of Lapa, a young, dynamic party neighbourhood of Rio. It was great! We were warned that the neighbourhood is not safe and that we need to take extra care of our belongings. Entering Lapa, I immediately understood why. The party was not contained, but neither was it chaotic (for Brazil) - it was on the streets! The place was packed with young people with music blaring out of clubs and bars which were invisible, hidden behind the crowd of young dancers. Beer sellers on the streets (Barceloneans can imagine what it is like - except times 10!) and food stands selling barberqued meat and cheese. We walked up the streets, which felt quite unsafe I have to admit. There was little street lights, yet the roads were full of local people. We clearly stood out.

Nico, an Italian who loves Brazil and Rio showed us around and took us to the entrance of the favella. It was a long and high stairway which definitely did not lead to heaven. It was lighten closer to the Lapa street and gradually grew darker until there were no street lights at all, but big trees and a legendary reputation for drugs and violence, not forgetting abject poverty. Nico assured us that we could take a picture, but I did not want to take my shiny silver camera out and take a picture of these people as though we were in some animal zoo (although now I wish I had). There were a couple of people hanging around the stairs and a police patrol car, so it was supposedly safe, but I didn't feel quite that way. We left those famous stairs and headed to where the party was happening - it was time to dance!

We got some beers and listened to live samba music from bands playing under the 'railway airches' of Lapa. The streets were buzzing and everyone was happy and having a good time. Suddenly the reality of the favellas and all the problems and brewing civil war surrounding Rio melted away, leaving place to music, singing and dancing. I, yet again, attempted to shake my tush - rediculising myself yet again! Those Brazilians definetly know how to dance! Although, we got to admit that it is a completly different rhythm and beat to anything I have ever know. We then went to a salsa club, where I felt much more at ease, we ate from the street stands and headed home - we had to be up early, as we were going to the beachtown of Buzios the next morning...

Saturday 10th January 2009

BUZIOS! Beautiful, gorgeous BUZIOS! The Sant Tropez of Rio de Janeiro - peninsula with over 20 (almost) virgin beaches. The town is residential and mainly dedicated to local fishing industry and tourism. Many have summer beach houses here, and I don't blame them!

We took the 11.15am bus from Rio to Buzios and arrived 3 hours and 56 reales (less than 30 euros return) later. Isabela's family have a beach house there were we could stay at. As soon as we arrived, we dropped the bags off and headed straight for the beach!

The closest beach was that of Geriba. We got tanned and listened to the live music being played at one of the poussadas. They played 70s and 80s classic rock, which made us both very happy to hear.

At night, we went to a bar-restaurant called 'Bora Bora' with Isabela's mum's friends - Carolina and Tina. It was in a beautiful setting, and as the name suggest, decorated to give a relaxing yet funky atmosphere. We were there for pretty much the whole evening and night until a big bright full moon came out to enchant us even more.





We then walked around the centre of the village to witness more shopping (shops close at 9-10pm ish), more live music, more dancing and a bunch of family holiday makers. It was time to crash and sleep. The next day - Sunday 11th January, we wanted to go to town to organise our budget and exact travel plans, but we instead went to another beach - the famous Brigitte Bardot beach (Buzios was popularised by her in the 70s). We had lunch on a terrace, which was extremely pleasant (as always and as everything is). Nathalie headed home and I went to the beach of Joao Fernandinho, a little creek on the other side of the peninsula. This beach is hidden between the trees and is much more tranquile than the other beaches. There I relaxed and perfected my tan with a hint of red.

That night we relaxed at home and took advantage of the peace and quiet in Buzios, in comparison to the city life of Rio de Janeiro. I could easily spend all summer in Buzios - there are so many unspoilt beaches, music everywhere and t is extremely relaxing. I did not want to return to Rio (poor me!) after only two days in Buzios, but there are still many other places to visit and time is precious. We have two more weeks in Brazil before heading to Argentina...

Monday 12th January 2009

No rest for the wicked! Yet another early start for Sherine and Nathalie with a 6.30am taxi ride to catch our return bus to Rio at 7am. We pretty much slept the whole way through and woke up to the noise, pollution and chaoticness of a city. We had some missions to do in town (buy plane tickets, lenses, USB pendrive, dentists...) and at night we met with Isabela's dad for dinner. We had the best pizza in town at 'Barz' and came home. Now we must decide whether we are going to Ilha Grande (virgen island which is fully booked) or Teresopolis (mountains to go rock climbing). We would like to do both before heading to Bahia by the end of the week... let's see what we can manage to do!