Brazil!

I´ve been lucky enough to see some beautiful places all around the word, but Ilha de Santa Catarina is by far the most beautiful place by the beach I´ve ever seen.

Brazilians are mad crazy out there though. Not afraid of baring skin, and if they think that the band needs some extra percussion, well, they´ll just pick up a pepper shaker and start shaking it and adding some (as seen on the beach, today). I do wish that I´d learnt some Portuguese though, as no one speaks one word of English here - and my broken Spanish doesn´t get me very far here.


The overnight bus was OK - I survived after waiting nearly three hours with about 10 other people in the dark on the side of the road by the Immigration office on the border, getting eaten alive by mosquitoes! That´s because sometimes the bus comes at 8pm, sometimes at 9pm, and sometimes at 10pm. You can never be quite sure.... And thanks to Stilnox, 10 hours of it disappeared uneventfully....


Finally! Some photos! Let´s go back to Buenos Aires, Argentina where it all began..... I´ve taken over 1000 already (anyone who has seen me at a BBQ will be surprised it´s so few in nearly 3 weeks!).



Here are my Brazilian friends, who were staying in La Tanguera, San Telmo with me.










They said that Brazilians can make music out of anything... well, between that day and the beach today, I believe them! Between the pot, the bottle and the box of matches, they actually made some impressive tunes. And they backed up my ´Waltzing Matilda´ admirably!


Now, here´s a poor dainty lad groaning under my weight as we tangoed in La Boca....
















...in Caminito, which is gorgeous but rough, and where I managed to avoid getting cut up into little bits and pieces!

And, my blog wouldn´t be complete without a pic of the dirty stinking hole that is Montevideo. No amount of PhotoShop could make this joint a stunner.

And tomorrow, I´ll post:

• Sunset, Punta del Este style.
• Big waves, and some cultural points of note at La Paloma
• Argentinian lasses staying at La Balconada beach, L A- mad crazy samba dancing girls (while I was trying to sleep in my tent!).
• The picture that will be one day published in a magazine (Punta del Este) - and to that cranky dude that yelled at me, everyone please note it~s called ´´by ...
• Hippyville - Punta del Diablo.
• And one for the parents - proof I´m intact. All limbs and major organs present.