South america

well jesus..its been a mighty few,days but one thats opened my eyes to being a ray myers of this world..well at least a female version.

Met a couple of great brazillians, sandro and bernai, have been in the finest of hands for almost a week now and i am feeling a little sorry to leave. Sandro a pretty lovely guy with a heart of gold has taken me in, fed me the finest brazillian cuisine on his wooden cooker outside under a banana tree. Heºs looked after me with my bad portuguese and filled me in on a life that is so very different to my own.His home on the edge of the cliff, perfect to watch the sun rise..its amazng, monkeys of about 20 in his tree each morning waiting for their banana...mad! A pet dog named Black in portuguses, see i cant even remember that! his has been at my heels for the past week..i love him too!

Bernai also a great man..Sandros sidekick it would seem and although has no english at all i have formed a great little relationship with...totally beaut of a man.

So i ask them to take me to this town they have been talking about..miles from here down the coast..we hire a car and we head for the green hills and turquise waters...

Porto da Galinghas... its the tale youºve all heard of my crossing of rivers, 3 to be exact however the same one in loops..them teasing me of alligators in the swampland andthe piranas underfoot.. not today i later found out t was the conga eels that are to befeared..alot of dope is smoked at every opportunity in Brazil..andits a wonderful thing...their days are spent or soit seemed on our trip of doing the finest job ever to entertain me inbetween stopping at everyones house along the way and eating with them and also rolling a fat joint...

So here in porto we did this big trip, i insisted when the water in the river got to neck level that we take the boat as i was fearing a massive piranha attack..i could almost hear them like in that film! ha!

It was great, coconuts from the tree to drink..strolling bare foot through the jungle pretty much.

Theres been a fair amount of rain so when we left yesterday i found myself getting the car stuck in deep mud whilst trying to leave the place..in typical fashion i had 2 blokes screaming at me to drive another way but i obviously didnt know what they were saying a rolled straight into a bog....

out on foot you sank aove the ankle...great!
pretty amusing though...their disappearance today with the car that i hired made me question them..i returned hours later to find it cleaned polished and themtaking me to the airport in it later on..totally didnt expect that!

Theres a whole lot of give here...well at least with the few really special lot i have been fortunate to meet...i have yet to embrace the bronx of brazil..i have been in stoneville for 3weeks..these lot are too stoned to chase and steal anything.

I did hear that they would give you their left arm..and when you are given it..youºve an extra left arm forlife... i like that! iºve got 3 now!

well.. once again i find myself stuck. I am in Praia da Pipa a beautiful dolphin filled watered place that fits the tourism brochure perfectly. Its a little more commercial than Canoa but still thats not much.

My friend Zandro, a great flatpack brazillian from Sao Paulo is doing a great job of giving me a tour of the sights. Flat pack i mean as there are 70% flatpack brazillias.. so lovely you could fold them up and put them in your bag.. thats also as theyre quite small.

Still nothing suprises me in this country, i have been travelling with a britsih guy Jamie whom yesterday left for sao paulo, i asked for a room alone and got in at midnight to find i am sharing it with a young lady from Montreal.. good to know the valuables are safe. Its a little like the other evening as jamie and i returned to our shared room they were carrying out emergency repare work to the drainage system in our bathroom... funny.

So i am still in this town.. stuck within its beauty, partying the nights away and dreaming the days. Its beautiful in many ways and i am torn to leave every place i have gone so far and the friends i have made in these places...must go and swim with those lovely creatures.

Well.. i think i am currently trying to recover and resurface from a severly mental weekend. I came to Canoa with the intention of leaving maybe 2 days later.. i am still here. What an amazing place.. some amazing people.. and all a bunch of aging hippies.. loved it. have been staying in areally sweet pousada met some awesome travellers there and had 3 days oif experiencing this beautiful life these peoiple are living.

Music and rythmn is the main priority.. a whole load of passion and some serious reggae. This sleepy town by week with no onehere errupts at the eweekends with all night parties starting at 2 until the early hours. Really amazing people the brazillian sthis town especially has pulled out some little beauties.

My lack of portuguese is really annoying although it doesnt stop me from having 4 hour conversations with them all...

I could live here quite happily... fish to survive and get the knack of that bum movement when they dance and i´m a local within no time...

i´m not alone here with my locks, many a brazillian bloke sports quite proudly his long ronaldinio locks and i love this... if my muscles were as tight i could almost pass as one.. take the bikini top oiff and stick some speedos on and ~´m nearly there... this town of Canoa Canadaba (spelt completely wrong!) is lovely, its sleepy, its speedoy and these lot are really great.

Big party on the beach tonight.. i am about to find out how to move my ass in these speedos for the finishing touches.. cant wait! if not a little worried!

in the country where they breeed them.. they stole them from my side.. bleeding thieves!