Where do we begin? We got to Rio days before the famous carnival would start. Thinking the entire city would transform, we quickly started doing some research. Our guide from the day before had mentioned that there were well over 2000 different block parties scattered over various parts of the city. Exciting!
Phew, we survived the deep jungle. There was no way we were going to get out of there without battle scars, with wave after wave of mosquito making a feast of our European skins. In total we've counted about 50 bites, in spite of the gallons of deet we applied. Let's chalk this one up to a unique experience than, shall we?
We arrived in Belém and quickly made our way to the Uber driver. As we had arrived in the middle of the night, it was hard to see our surroundings, other than the endless potholes in the road. In broken English, our driver managed to point out that to our right was port Belém, where we could take our ferry off into the Amazon...
The day had come to leave our idyllic town of Jeri, and head off for the jungle (cue guns and roses). We asked the receptionist at Villa Chic if she could book us a taxi a couple days before the big day. The trip would take us roughly 4 hours to get to the Fortazela, before departing for Belem, the river mouth city!
Since arriving, we've both been waking up at 6AM and going to bed at 9PM. I think it has something to do with the heat, the caipirinhas, and the jetlag. We wanted to try out the local party scene for at least one night, and so we did, including mermaids!
Yesterday, I did some more kiting, and Fem decided to come along for the ride. Happy to say, I was up up and away, I've learnt, the kite is a fragile beast, it needs a bit of gentle taming. Knowing when to pull, when to let go, you soon become one with the wind. I absolutely loved it!
Jetlagged, we got up at 6AM this morning to explore the town. As I opened the door to our room, I was met with a harsh glare that could have blinded a blind man, struggling to see I squinted down the stairs. I couldn't believe the sun was up so early. And it was hot.
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…