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Smiling in Florinapolis
We left Floripa on a sunny Wednesday afternoon at 5pm. In high spirits and feeling boistorous 5 of the 6 girls in my dorm walked in 35 degrees of heat the 15 mins to the bus station with our packs. Quite a feat when your pack is 22 kilos! The local bus set off without too much problem to the main bus depot where we caught our semi cama bus to Sao Paulo so we could catch our connection to Paraty.

Despite no service on board, the recline was pretty good, the air con on a reasonable level and we all settled down for the night. Or so we thought. At around 12am the bus ground to a rather sudden halt having burst 3 of its tyres.
Not so happy in Sao Paulo Bus Staion
Impressive. This was finally remedied after 2 hours and we set off again only to grind to a halt a few hours later. With cars beeping, people shouting and lights flashing we had no idea what was going on. 5 hours later we were still none the wiser but later learnt that there had been a massive accident. By the time we pulled into the suburbs of Sao Paulo it was midday and we were 6 hours delayed.

Sao Paulo is one of the worlds largest and most densley populated cities. It took us 2 hours to cross the city to get to the bus terminal and we still were no where near the centre. No wonder we saw so many helicopters taking the rich people that live there where they need to go, you'd never get there otherwise. We finally pulled into the main station at 2pm when we were meant to arrive at 6am. We were not amused.
Mouldy pillows ... nice
We then discovered that the bus to Paraty left at 4pm and was 6hrs and not 4 hours as we had expected. Humpf!

Fortunately the second bus ride of the 31 hour journey was less eventful and more scenic. The road wound through tropical rainforested hills and overlooked the atlantic ocean. Lying quiestly in the bays were hundreds of remote tropical islands which looked so inviting. We were tired, but happy to be on the move and moving towards a lovely beach.

We pulled into Paraty at 10:30pm and went to our hostel, Misti Chill House, which had been highly recommended by numerous people. What we found on arrival was mouldy pillows, sunken mattresses, a fan that had seen better days, rude staff and a bathroom that hadn't been cleaned since the 60's. I'm a flashpacker these days clearly as we were all rather less than impressed and spent the night awake discussing the appalling conditions and how we'd get out of them. Oh the joys of travelling!
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Smiling in Florinapolis
Smiling in Florinapolis
Not so happy in Sao Paulo Bus Stai…
Not so happy in Sao Paulo Bus Sta…
Mouldy pillows ... nice
Mouldy pillows ... nice
The worst room in the world
The worst room in the world
Sao Paulo
photo by: Eric