Brazil

On the bus from Iguazu to Florianpolis (a 15 hour overnighter on a crap Brazilian bus, I had been spoilt by the Argentinian bus companies where you get a bed, hot food and champagne, first class stuff!) I met an english guy, Quinton who had been living in Surry Hills for the last 7 years and an english lass, Lucy from Newcastle. We seemed to be the only english speaking people on the bus so obvisouly we became instant chums and decided to spend the next four days together!
After getting off the bus in the morning we headed for a little fishing town called Barra da Lagao as we wanted to stay in a hostel we had all heard about there. When we got there, the hostel was full, luckily Quinton and Lucy are as unorganised as I am and hadn´t booked a bed either, so we were all homeless together! This ended up being the best thing that could have happened as we found a huge pousada (apartment) for not much more than one bed costs at the hostel, between us! It was nice to stay somewhere besides a hostel for a few days, spread my things around and cook some nice meals.
The island was really nice, pretty beaches, a big lagoon and a very relaxed vibe. Had a very chilled out time here, just hanging on the beach, swimming and working on the tan! Lucy and Quinton were great house mates, the three of us got on famously! Quinton and I decided to head to Rio after four nights on the island, it was a little sad breaking up the threesome. Lucy had decided to hang out there for a while longer so we found her some new housemates - three buff, aussie surfer guys! The poor guys had been staying in another pousada and it was broken into and they had all their gear stolen! Welcome to Brazil!

Barra at sunrise - yes, I do get up early sometimes!

the pretty fishing village, Barra Da Lagoa.