Partyland: Brazil
Hi guys, and welcome back to another episode of m-
BAH! Lets get that rubbish over and done with, shall
we?
Where was I last? Hmmmm… Ah! Yes! We were in St
Helena weren’t we? So I’ll NOT go into more details of the passage shall I? I
doubt it will do us very much good!
When we arrived in Brazil I was very much astonished
by the amount of the heat taking place where we were staying: Joao Pessoa. Some
of you geeks might of already done the research on this, but if you haven’t
found out yet, I’ll tell you: we were entering the city with the highest crime
rate in the Brazil and the 10th highest in the world.
To be honest, I will ACTUALLY tell you the truth: we
weren’t really in the city, we were 21km away from the city itself. We found
ourselves a 30 berth marina in a town called Cabadelo.
As some (I hope most of you) of you know, we had a
BIG problem with our engine so as soon as we had WIFI, Dad was contacting all
the people in Brazil who had anything to do with Volvo starter engines. In the
mini marina we were staying in, every evening at 5 O’clock there would be a
boat that went downstream with random people dancing and singing crazily.
After just getting in tune with all of the latest
gossip and stuff we all sort of agreed that we wanted to get up and get outside
(all of you Frank Turner fans will know what I’m talking about.)
So we checked the guidebook and in the next few
minutes we knew what we wanted: Olinda.