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Boozios
Or "Boozios" as it´s more commonly known. Not the worse place I´ve been with a hangover! Well, here I am back in Rio - 4 days ahead of schedule!!
Salvador was definitely not my kind of place. Too many tourists, too much hassle - just too much in general.....
We spent our second day there on the beach. We thought it would be good to get out of town and get a bit of peace and quiet. No such luck!
I made the error of sitting up on my chair to buy a drink - big mistake. Some bloke ended up with my foot in his hands trying to give me a massage and would not take "no" for an answer. Not entirely sure why he would want my feet in his hands but he was determined to ascertain (somehow) that I was healthy. Anyway, the foot massage extended into a leg massage - apparently I have strong thighs, like Roberto Carlos!! He thought this was quite complimentary. I, however, think I may be going to the gym when I get home. In the end he told me I was "normal" - well, there you go! He started on Jo next and to make matters worse we had to pay for the priviledge......of being molested on the beach!
We made the decision to head for the hills (or the beach) and took a bus out of Salvador the following morning in search of some adventure. Little did we know that we would end up in a lovely beach resort (Itacare) and pretty much spend the entire time in our room as we had monsoon-like rain the two days we were there.
Coming to the conclusion that it wasn´t exactly fun we decided to head back to Salvador and Rio for some sunshine.
The bus journey back from Itacare was entertaining. 7hrs on a really nice bus - leg rests, foot rests, reclining seats and TV. Needless to say, with our weirdo magnets cranked up to the max, we ended up with some loony sitting in front of us that thought it would be a good idea to sing (or more correctly, spout forth something that sounded like painful, religious chanting) for more or less the whole of the journey.
We arrived back in Salvador very grumpy to find that the guy that runs the place we were staying was out. This was not good, especially as it was the last night of the Festival of Sao Joao and the whole of Salvador seemed to partying in the street.
He eventually came back and talked us into going out dancing in the square. This started off pretty good; drum bands, singing and dancing - until the rain started. However, dancing something that seemed very like the Grand Old Duke of York in the rain had a certain appeal. That is until the sleazy men descended on us. Being mauled and groped on the way to the bar was bad enough (the guys we were with had to step in at one point and pretend they were our boyfriends). However, the guy that decided to attach himself round my waist and ask me, whilst gyrating against me, if my boyfriend would mind if I experimented with a Bahian man - took the biscuit. This is just how men in Salvador behave in general!!
Needless to say, we parted company with Salvador very soon after but the flight home was no picnic either. We were tired and trying to get some sleep. The guy sitting beside us kept flicking through his magazine - not really reading it, just very noisily flicking every single page for the whole 2 hours of the flight. He also had the very bad habit ot snorting every 10 seconds and I had a hideous child behind me that kept kicking my chair!! After an hour of this I was ready to grab his magazine and throw it down the plane and, in no uncertain terms, tell him to shut up. Jo being the calming influence told me that this probably wasn´t one of my better ideas so I kept quiet.
The taxi ride back to Santa Teresa was just as interesting. I told the taxi driver the address and even the route (just to let him know we weren´t going to be taking the tourist route). Needless to say he got lost. So he though it would be a good idea to stop the taxi in the middle of somewhere unfamiliar, get out, leave the keys in the ignition and the car running while he went to ask for directions. Got back in had a rant about not knowing where he was (like it was our fault) then eventually got us back to the house.
Much as it was good to be back in the house just to make matters worse - there was a power cut, it was pissing rain and cold!
Friday was a rather late night, getting home around 6am, and it was football day. Spent the morning on the settee watching the England game and then had to make the effort to go out and watch Brazil. Much as I love Thierry Henry he has ruined the rest of my holiday!! The whole place was in mourning but they are now supporting the Portuguese so all is not lost!!
I´m doing a couple of classes this week and probably my last couple of bingo classes before I leave to come home. I went up to visit the kids at the weekend and it was really sweet getting lots of cuddles so it´s going to be really hard to leave when it actually comes to it.
On Thursday I´m off to Minas Gerais - Ouro Preto, Belo Horizonte - then onto Espirito Santa -Vitoria. Following that I´ll have a day back in Rio then I´ll be on the plane home.
Can somebody please win the lottery before I have to fly home and donate some money to my Brazil fund so that I can stay.................?
Photos will follow they just won´t attach at the moment.
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