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Published: June 19th 2009
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Before we left someone told me that the trip is as much about the people we meet as the places we see, so as we awoke this morning to the sound of norwegian chatter, I spared a thought for the poor Amercian kid who didnt get so much as a goodnight kiss last night from the leggy blonde he had spent the previous 4 hours chugging beer to impress. Although given that his opening line was 'so Norway, that's the one that's not in Scandinavia right?', it was probably always going to be an uphill struggle!
As I drifted off to sleep last night, listening to the lilting waves crashing on the shoreline, aware of the repetitive hum coming from two beds over that would probably escalate into a deep snore, I (and indeed the entire hostel) was treated to the sound of the poor kid vomiting to a chorus of jeers of his friends. We got an encore 10minutes later.
It was a lesson hard learnt, but I can't blame him for trying... When we emerged from our dorm yesterday morning we were greeted with the sight of 5 beautifully tanned bodies in various positions of their morning
yoga routine. Was it really neccesary for them to do it in full view from the top balcony? Probably not. Did Philippe really have to go back to the dorm during breakfast because he 'forgot something'? - I will never know!
We came across the same bodies a few hours later on the beach in front of the hostel. As one rose to apply her Factor 2 oil (oil!), the others performed a synchronised roll leaving her space at the end of the conveyor belt. You almost expect to hear a ping every 20minutes, once each side is appropriately cooked. It was an impressive sight, and indeed, many of the brazilian boys that passed by that patch saw fit to remove their sunglasses for a proper gawk.
Two minutes up the beach at our patch, the sunglasses were firmly back on, if only to neutralise the reflective glare coming off our pasty irish skin! After slopping on the factor 50, we settled ourselves in for a day of sunbathing. We were determined to lose the Snowman look. About twelve minutes later, feeling like my body was positively radioactive, I cracked, and made a beeline for the sea. Philippe
lasted a respectable 5 further minutes before arriving in beside me in a cloud of steam. After about two hours of to-and-froing from the towel to the sea, we admitted defeat and had a newfound respect for the girls across the beach. Sunbathing is a professional sport, for which we are ill equipped.
Instead we spent the afternoon meandering the cobbled streets of Buzios, sampling ice cold beers and trying to find someone who could tell us if there is a bus out of Buzios that goes anywhere other than Rio...
There isn't. So we are heading back to Rio at seven this evening and then will catch a night bus to Vitoria (only about 8 hours away!).
Will try and update further from there.
Take care,
Sinead & Philippe.
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