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On my way to Rio

Thursday morning I took the bus to Ilheus. The night before my newly made friend Francisco had called the hostel and reserved a bed for me. After 8 hours on the bus I arrived in Ilheus in the dark and went on to find a taxi company called washington which the hostel had told me to take to their hostel. Of course with my luck so far in Brazil this taxi company was nowhere to be found and seemed to be non-existent. The only other taxis were just men with cars, no signs. So I got in and gave the driver the note with the address and off we were. We drove and drove, out of town into the dark of night. I started to get slightly worried, where the hell was this guy taking me? I asked him how far we were from the hostel and he said not to worry, I´m a good guy, he assured me in poor english. I could make out the ocean on the left side of the road and just rainforest on the other. About 20 minutes later we drove into a little town where lots of people had gettered in a little side street and one woman with a mic was praising jesus with both hands in the air. Everybody shouted and screamed in agreement and we drove out of this town too into the jungle. After about one km we reached a house and this was the hostel. The only two people there were the female owner who was rather large and walking around in her underwear and her very very skinny fiancee. The oddest couple I ve ever seen... Neither of them spoke English, or Spanish, or French and of course Dutch was out of the question. As I checked myself in I noticed a large bowl of condoms on the coffee table in the lounge. I got shown to my room and asked if there were other people staying here, the answer was negative. I was the only guest. Negative answers I also got to the questions, is there internet here? is there a food place close? A working phone? ANY way of communicating with the outside world? I locked myself into my room started to feel really really nauseous. Why was I here by myself? I decided there and then that the beautiful beaches that the north of brazil had to offer were no longer of any interest to me and my next destination would be Rio de Janeiro. First however I had to get through the night and as nervous girls do I made myself more nervous by thinking of horror films. Not helping was the fact that there was some sort of animal living in between the roof and my ceiling which kept moving around all night. The next morning I got up early and walked out of the jungle, into the town and got a bus into Ilheus again (after waiting for the bus for one hour). I got to the bus terminal of Ilheus at 10.35 and the bus to Rio left at 10.30 but as it was Brazil I still managed to hop onto it. When I was in my seat with my lugagge savely tucked underneat the bus I cried with joy. I was on my way to Rio and safe. No more lonely nights in deserted hostels or old men hitting on me in the hostels. I was going to Rio, which was going to be full of backpackers (or so I hoped. Do I still have social skills I wondered). 24 hours later I arrived, I got to my hostel at 8 in the morning where they told me that check in wasnt until 12 so I spend the next 4 hours on Ipanema beach watching the locals surf, swim and run in the most bizar outfits, most of them very minimalistic. I was in Rio de Janeiro at last!

Posted by LaPoderosa 16:26 Archived in Brazil

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