Vegetarians avert your eyes

After a late start, and a little encouragement, I made it to the beach and what a lovely beach it was (you’ll have to use your powers of deduction as I did not take my camera!) we got a boat ride back which was just so lovely, as we disembarked there was a rainbow 🙂

But to be fair, Florianopolis was all about food for me! Lincoln had already muted having a BBQ, steak and red wine; hey i did not need any persuasion.

Check out the size of these beauties!

This time it was a team effort in the kitchen, well I cut the garlic and mushed the avocado for the guacamole, oh and I also kept the wine glasses topped up!

Did I say there was wine involved?

I think, too date, this had been my favourite stay; not just because there was delicious food and wine on the go, but it was lovely sitting around the big table just chatting, and getting to know some lovely folks ❤

Ps. Lotje has, so I hear, a fantastic hostel in Amsterdam (cocomama), so if you fancy a weekend in the Dam and are looking for lodgings let me know!

A veritable banquet

I am catching my tail a little, so a few tales to tell. The first, my stay in Submarino hostel in Florianopolis, or my pet name for it ‘florrybottomless’! I arrived at the hostel tres late, it did not help that I departed from my bus two hours away from my desired location… Mmm, it was about the scheduled time for arrival and most people were disembarking so I followed the crowd and went to get a taxi. The taxi driver looked a bit startled and checked that was where I really wanted to go… “si, si”. However, it felt a bit odd so I asked the price and knew something was up when he said £100; the hostel guide said it’d be £15. Somehow, between me and a couple of very kind taxis drivers I realised this was not Florianopolis… Somehow, they managed to get me on another bus and two hours later I arrived. Hey, did I need a beer?

Next morning I made it down to breakfast and met Lotje and Lincoln who were discussing dinner that evening. I may have alluded to this, but the food in Brazil is not the best, even I can have too many fried products! So, pushing my luck I asked if I could join them, alas yes, food glorious food (pix soon come)… After a trip to supermercado and getting myself sorted, I headed out to the lake where I was staying next too to pick up a few rays. It was quite lovely and chilled.

But onto the main event, dinner… Lincoln spent a most of the afternoon preparing chicken (knives in hostels aren’t made for be-boning) and then between him and Lotje this fabulous feast was created.

My part of the bargain was the washing up! Actually, Darren did the washing and I wiped.

Aside from the food, I also had red wine, so it was obviously time to meet everyone else in the hostel. It was a late one, I believe we got to bed three ish… Well it was Saturday night, I think 😉