Day 13: Long Bus Trip

Beach again today. I could get used to this. I might even think we´re all getting a smidgen of colour. Then we get to the beach and we´re still the whitest people there. One last swim in the sea, one more freckle on my back and we say good-bye to the Rio sand and set off to the bus station for the second time. It´s time to start the traveling.

This time there were no mistakes. Flawless. 18 hours on the bus was going to be glorious. Loads of leg room. two seats to every person. A bag full of sweets and the ipods charged to the last, 20min stops every two hours... Easy!

Oh ya: Joe got off the bus at one of the stops with myself and Charlie asleep ta relieve himself (tiny bladder, poor little fella) and then when he came back the bus had left, gone! Stuck in the middle of nowhere just outside Sao Paulo in the middle of the night an innocent young Gringo with red hair would only have lasted mere hours had he not realised that the bus had gone over to the refueling station. The two of us on the buss oblivious to his where abouts gave him no chance. We both got woken up by Joe kissing us on the forehead and the floor of the bus.

Finaly, the luck was turning our way!