Braindead, I write this post from a seat of a bus, the final leg to Jericoacoara. Yes! Finally, we made it. After an exhausting 26 hours of travel. I had no idea South America was so far away from the rest of the world, we could have flown to New Zealand in shorter time! No but in all seriousness, it was all the waiting that really knocked the wind out of our sails. The wait was about four hours in Lisbon. At one point, even the restaurants started closing. Finally we boarded our second flight to South America. I hadn’t expected much from TAP air, but this airline was mint. Huge touch screen TV, a chair that recline further than the average 10 degrees, and more than enough leg room. We recently flew to South Africa on British airways, and as such our standards weren’t exactly high.
We are here, safe and sound!
As soon as we sat down and organised our lives, we nodded off. I was having strange dreams about the recent state of the nation address in South Africa, I was witnessing a turning point for SA, and Cyril was promising change, flushing out corruption, and implementing further government watchdogs. I was brimming with excitement, until I was abruptly woken by the dreaded turbulence. I’ve never been afraid of flying, but in recent times, it’s been fairly daunting. The plane was being tossed around, as if it were in one giant washing machine. I couldn’t relax, and switched on the TV for a bit. Hopefully listening to David Attenborough’s voice would calm me somewhat. Luckily, it did and we got through the spin cycle unscathed. And landed safely in São Paulo.
When we arrived we were somewhat pleased. Finally we had made it to the continent. Yes a day late, but still alive and safe, and ready for the next leg. In Brazil, it’s normal for you to transfer your own bag. So we had to go through all the rigmarole of getting our immigration stamps, and dropping off our bags.
Our third leg was to be with an airline called Avencia, and with that came transfers, and our first experience with zero understanding of Portuguese. We got to the counter where we thought we had to check in our bags, nope. Not there. But the sign said here, yeah the sign also said here, there and everywhere else. Confused we insisted that this was where we needed to be. NAO. Conexion conexion! The check in lady gestured someone over, Inglês? No no, Español, oki oki. She said something to her in Portuguese. The person looked at us. Yes, Español, Fem said (luckily Fem can speak and understand a bit, otherwise I would have ended up in the north pole). With all the commotion, Fem was able to get what we needed, go around the back and check your bags in at that desk. Off we went, again.
Finally, bags all dropped off we made our way through security (for about the fourth time). And got through the gate in one piece. Yes, we made it, but still uncertain if we could still get the bus today. Three hours later, we arrived, our baggage arrived, and we seamlessly got through. Happy to report that this last part was an absolute breeze.
Speaking of breeze, tomorrow I have my first kite surfing lesson. Yippee!