We decide to venture out on the scooters for a brief journey to the south to Jouquina. It seems like a fantastic idea. Til the rain came pouring down. We head back, and we walk into the hostel absolutely satuarated. Dripping wet from head to toe.
The weather sort of sets in for most of the morning and afternoon. And not much happens, apart from a visit to the local ‘por quilo’ restaurant and a bit of Borat.
The weather clears up for a bit and a bit of beach time is had to enjoy the ‘sun’. Or what little of it is left.
Nights here have become a bit of a ritual. Drink at the bar, take a free caipirinha, then head to the local ‘mona lisas’ which is in stumbling range. The girls are all up for drinking games, and preceed to try to out skol each other. And down at Mona’s, one of the girls cracks the entire group up with her rendition of old school 90’s pop hits.
Marjo, Adam and Jen turn up not long later. And I end up down on the beach chugging back some wine and drinking more beer. Sometimes life isn’t too bad.