Chapter 3: Sun:1, Margaret: 5.

casakatura.com.... seriously, that is where we were living.... shout out to Rick who is such a badass that he had a gate opener straight out of "Men In Black." So, we did end up staying in our cliffside mansion a couple days longer than previously planned, but can you really blame us? We decide to spend another day at the beach, so we hopped on our mototaxis and sped over to Mucage, an awesome beach with white cabanas and Brahma for miles. We spent the day there meeting random beach hippies who shared their coconuts and their jewelry and whatever else they may have had up their sleeves with us. We somehow managed to convince our new friend Julio to take us home on his own motorcycle, and I am pretty sure Ashley videotaped the entire ride.... we may or may not have threatened him with our pocket knives when he took a "short cut" through the woods, and I most definitely assured him that our livers would be worth nothing on the black market, so he would be wasting his time if that was his modus operandi. So, we had him drop us off at the mercado where we purchased a large bag of dried beans and a large bottle of vodka.... it seemed like a good idea at the time. We headed back home where I learned the hard way that if you make kool-aid without the correct sugar to water ratio, you can get shot. I then accidently ate a spoonful of ants due to the fact that they had infiltrated my kool-aid spoon (how many times is this going to happen to me in my life?) and of course they tasted like coconuts. I do think, however, that the protein is helping my anemia, because everytime I eat ants, I don't bruise quite so easily for a few days. Ashley then announced that "what she does to me in my sleep is her own damn business," and I don't really know what to make of that. Maybe that explains some of the bruises. So we attended yet another red carpet event, as a friend was opening up a new posauda. There was dancing, Brahma, chapagne, glittery stars, Bob Marley, food, Brasilians, and I may or may not have challenged a local man to a rap battle using a Lauren Hill beat...... needless to say I shot that sucker down. "Oh turn the lights down low.... and we certainly dont drink beer out of small plastic cups..." Something along those lines.... so there you have it. We finally left the next day. It was hard, but we had to do it seeing as how we keep shaving off plans because we end up staying in one place for too long. The thing is, Arraial cast a spell on us. I seriously think it is a magical palce. Fairy dust in the water or something. But we somehow broke free of the haze, hopped on the balsa, rode across to Porto Seguro, found ourselves some mototaxis, and went on our merry way. There is also something about a mototaxi. Regardless of how terrified one might be, you cannot help but smile when riding on one. 9 hours later, we arrvied in Itacare. We met a German girl on the bus, so the 3 of us found a hostel for the night. Unfortunately, there are no couchsurfers listed here; it was late, and we were tired, and we didnt feel like scouring the streets for a kindly drum circle to take us in, so we actually had to pay for a hostel. We aren't fond of this concept, but we are coping with vinho. The night was filled with mosquitoes, and I may or may not have malaria now. Damn, just as the post nasal drip had subsided. It's one thing after another around here. We spent yesterday at the beach, and scoped out some good surfing spots. Unfortunately I had to cancel my surfing plans this time around.... You see, I finally shoved all of my insecurities deep down into their dark shadows where they belong, I stuck on my lime green rash guard, I took a shot of maracuja caipivoshka, and I ran straight into the ocean. It was all fun and well splashing about, but somehow despite my 100 helio spf/waterproof sunscreen, I still managed to get a couple of 3rd degree burns on my pinche spots. Sacanagem. So, alas, I am staying out of the sun today and will learn to surf another time. If I get taken out on this trip, it better be due to an anaconda swallowing me whole or a great white biting my head off or something. I will be damned if I let that bastard of a sun take me down. So, on another note, we found a Chilean drum circle on the beach last night at about 4am. We may or may not have joined it and acquired their protection. (Beach mafia? I am just saying..) Oh, and I lost Ashley becuase she jumped on the back of some moto and so I then had to make this German guy scour the beaches with me until we found her.... lets just say we almost stole the moto at that point.... we thought a night ride to Boliva would be exciting.... Spent today in a hammock with my music and my book and my journal. There may or may not have been a glass of wine present as well. Rather relaxing. It is our German friend Victoria's birthday today, so chances are we will turn tonight into some kind of extravaganzaa!! Anywho, off to Recife soon!! Cannot wait to see my Brasilian cousins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now it is time for some vinho to counter this self-induced heat rash. You really can't beat self-induced heat rash with a stick. Or can you? Ciao.....