So I filled my belly to begin a day with no plans apart from meeting sofia. We wandered a little and I took her to historical part and the water front. A guy tried to get us to take a private boat for just the two of us and we laughed saying that we didn't really need this romantic excursion and that we could go with other people haha. So we asked inside about the boats and laughed about us being very unprepared for the boat. Well we did have bikinis but no towel, sunscreen and I didn't have any sun glasses either. Oh well, you only live once. The boat we got on was smaller than the rest and had all Brazilians apart from us on it. It also had a man singing live in the middle and a bar. We sailed to four of the seventy islands and swam in the sea (with much encouragement from scuba Sofia). She even coaxed me into jumping off into the water. I screamed all the way to the sea with the locals having a good laugh at my cowardly behaviour. It was so nice and we were glad that we went on the boat regardless of being unprepared. Maybe not as much when my legs were burning with the sun and I looked like a lobster. The first day it rained heavily, however, I wasn't letting the rain stop me from exploring the historical centre, eating acai in a quirky cafe, trying cassacha and wandering the cobble stone streets. I then returned to the hostel to change and sat on the hammock hoping there would be Internet. The backpacker hotel was very cool. It had many hammocks, with a homely feel. A family owned it but also lived there as well as an ankle biting puppy. A group of us went out for kebabs - two Irish, one Dutch, and three Australians. We all shared stories of our time travelling and spoke about our different experiences. Then In the corner was my friend Sofia who I met in Ilha Grande! What a nice suprise! "Did you get my email? I just wrote to you saying to meet here tomorrow!?" I hadn't gotten her email as Internet wasn't working for me so that was really weird. This meant we could plan to meet without the wonders of technology :) 'see you tomorrow at half ten!' Anyway, we returned to the hostel were we spent the rest of the night. Swinging on hammocks and chatting. It was very nice. Especially to meet two girls from Adelaide so we reminisced on the bars, coffee shops, kebabs, pizzas and all the things that we love about Adelaide in defence to all the people who say that Adelaide isn't nice. The one thing I read about the hostel before was that it had good breakfast so at half 8 am, I was pleased to see that this was true. The owner spent ages preparing and put out a feast for all. Afterwards, we had a wander of the quaint town. Paraty has been described as a colonial masterpiece and I would agree. And although hard to walk especially in the rain with the cobble stone streets, it's made easier with cars not having access to the main part. We had dinner in a Brazillian resturant recommended by Sofia's hosts. Yum. We discussed how we liked the South American way of sharing. On the beach, there may be only one bottle of beer with everyone taking a sip and passing on. Sofia spoke of matte, the Argentina tea, that is almost a representation of eternal relationships. The tea never ending with everyone taking a sip and passing on and then constantly filling. It was then packing time for me back at the hostel since I had a 5am bus to catch. The fun Australians encouraged me to stay up and drink sangria, however, I choose to catch 4 hours sleep instead. Afterwards, we had a wander of the quaint town. Paraty has been described as a colonial masterpiece and I would agree. It's very enchanting and hence one of the twilight movies been shot here in 2010. It's difficult to walk around especially in rain with cobblestone streets but made much easier with cars having access to the historical centre. You only see horse and cart so it's really nice. We then had dinner in a Brazillian resturant recommended by Sofia's hosts. Yum. We discussed how we liked the South American way of sharing. On the beach, there may be only one bottle of beer with everyone taking a sip and passing on. Sofia spoke of matte, the Argentina tea, that is almost a representation of eternal relationships. The tea never ending with everyone taking a sip and passing on and then constantly filling. It was then packing time for me back at the hostel since I had a 5am bus to catch. The fun Australians encouraged me to stay up and drink sangria, however, I choose to catch 4 hours sleep instead.
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