The jungle gym, questionable literature and general wanderings...

After a good nights sleep interrupted half way through by a portly brazillian man who unleashed an unholy cacophony of savage pig like snoring, which may have had something to do with his late night samba session that clearly ended in the early hours. Des commented in the morning that he was considering slapping him in the face with a flip flop...

We rose promptly at 845... thanks again pig man for leaving your phone on and ringing....

Breakfast was toast and choccy biscuit rings that taste like wheetos...

We set off with no real plan other than to wander and get bus ticks to Florianopolis....

We set off down the Av. Paulista. a wide open road with a mix of  large sky scrapers and small rundown appartment blocks. After making a snap desicion to wander into the Jardin Trianon, a park that much like central park provides some welcome greenery but is inhabited by huge jungle trees and taking some cool photos and deciding to do a sporadic gym sesh in the body weight outdoor gym in the middle of the jungle park ( see video) we made our way to the Rua Augusta.

This road starts with small independant retailers and cafes and gets slowly more upmarket ending with expensive bar/clubs and worldwide luxury retail chains such as mont blanc and k swiss.

After a short explore we went onto the metro to go and buy bus tickets to florianopolis. Whilst queuing for the tickets me and des were talking about our money belts and decided that we needed codewords for them as "loose lips cost lives" I named mine Dave and des named his jeremy... however i then immediatly referred to "dave my money belt" so decided a name change was necessary to maintain security. Genvieve is her new name....

We're now nursing our tired feet with beers in the hostel lounge.... AMAZING.