Viva la pizza

Hey, I’m back again. This rain is good for blogging. Eventually indulged in the Italian I’ve been craving for the last few nights. Been another wet day, so was just chilling at hostel poolside reading another book. Got to three ish and i bit the bullet and went wandering in the rain. The plan was to recce the bus station for tomorrows trip and buy some provisions for my six hour ride. Mission accomplished, I got my eye on an Italians. Ordered meat and cheese plate and a Romano pizza slice, oh yes, can’t forget the carafe of vino. Unfortunately there was only one type of vino on carafe menu, but I didn’t care… You know I said i was craving Italians, probably the vino I was missing 😉 meal arrived, avec vino, how civilised did i feel?

Pretty expensive, £15, but so worth it! Had to come back for a snooze, all that wine went to my head; what’s happened to the gal who could comfortably knock back a bottle in a wink of an eye? Last night in Pararty, couple of beers In the bar and an early one, got to be at bus stop tomorrow nine ‘ish. Ciao, ciao xx

Shop, shop, shop, shopping

Paraty is a mecca for shop a’holics. Given how full my ruck sack still is, I’ve resisted the urge, but thought I’d share some of these lovely goodies.

I had hoped to get back to the old town today to get some more shots, but the rain has came tumbling down, and down and down. Got a six hour public bus journey tomorrow to Sao Paulo, at least my itinerary there consists of galleries, so it can rain its heart out x

Through the rectangular window

Wowza, I was in photographers heaven. No words necessary!

Sitting on the dock of the bay…

…watching my boat roll away! Yep, missed the boat trip. Got a wee bit disorientated in the rain, finding my departure point. I did get there, a couple of minutes late, but they could not understand what I was asking for and sent me somewhere else. Returned back to the hostel in a strop 😦 probably took an hour to chill my boots and decided to go on a Dora trip. Where first? The port – this it what you could have had… Lord, the boats were so Barbie ‘esq, a candy coloured sea of prettiness.

While, en route I found all the lovely houses… And so for my next post, ‘Play School’ springs to mind.

Hola Che Lagarto

Arrived in Paraty last night, in the rain; this rain nonsense is not helping with my sun kissed babe look 😉 I booked into the Che Lagarto hostel since I stayed in the same group of hostels in Rio. First look, all cool. Lovely outdoor area.

However, went up to see my room… The bathroom was worse than any I have ever experienced in any student house! Not nice. Think I was very spoilt with Biergarten hostel in Ilha Grande. Hey, there could be worse things. Still hopeful of what Paraty had to offer. I had to venture out to pay for the room – they wanted payment upfront, think that’s probably incase anyone did a runner once they saw the bathrooms! First impressions not good, the front street looked tired and had no character; I thought this was supposed to have some of the most beautiful architecture in Brazil????
Anyway, a beer soon fixed my misery and I met a chap from Berlin; Mattieus who I had dinner in the hostel with; plus the tunes were the best I’ve heard to date; mixture of reggae and funk. Another beer and a caprihini for the road and off I was to watch the last episode of Homelands given I have to be up for boat trip early in the morning.