soooooo.... we spent most of the day trying to get a darn bus ticket up to Recife. unlucky for us, the people that work for the bus company would much rather surf than actually sell bus tickets. so, after trying literally everything in our power to get these tickets, we had to form a few more plans.
plan a: steal 2 donkeys and head north.
plan b: make a run for it.
plan c: take a bus to salvador and then catch one from there to recife.
Obviously, we opted for the donkeys.
So, after a morning of sitting on bus company steps and spending $22 on postcard stamps, we decided to meet up with our drum circle friends once again for some good old fashioned relaxation time. so, we headed up to the local tattoo parlor and found our dreadlocked pals in their camo pants. They were their usual hilarious selves, and so were we, so a good time was had by all. One of our amiguinhos had a parrot. I have not laughed this hard in I don't know how long. The parrot fake charged me, and then started laughing at me in a human voice. If I had not been staring at this parrot with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a small child laughing hysterically. It was the absolute funniest thing I have ever seen in my life. The parrot was making fun of me. He was screaming he was laughing so hard. I am never getting over that. We then ate dinner at a place where you can draw on the tables with crayons. That is of course why we picked the restaurant, what more could you ask for? We invited our new Israeli friend Shai and made him guess our top 5 (maybe 6) fave animals. It is our favorite game. I hate to brag, but my javelina turned out swimmingly.... well I have probably drawn at least 8,754 in my lifetime. It is my best skill. The crab moqueca thing I ate was good too. We tried to show Shai the parrot, but as soon as Ashley got the camera out, the parrot looked straight at us and would not say another word. Bastard.
(2 days later....) We hit the sack early that night because we had not slept in days. No, we did not take up crack to fit in with the locals. We were just having far too much fun. So, the next morning we once again tried to leave this town, but due to the aforementioned problems with the bus system in Itacare, we were not able to. So, we went on to plan z.... we made the best of it and went to the beach with 2 English girls, a German, a Hollander, an Israeli, and our local amiguinhos. I picked out a nice shady spot under a rather tropical looking tree and set to work doing the usual. The English girls were really cool, and we had a great time chatting about how crazy the Ecua-bus system is. Let's just say we could write a series of books about it and they would not be even close to boring. After we got back to the hostel, we realized that we had some misinformation about bus times once again (BIG SURPRISE), so we ran to the bank twice, packed up our packs, paid the bill, and ran through the cobblestone streets frantically trying to find the correct bus station. We finally found it right in the nick of time and got on the bus to Ilheus. Unfortunately, we had to leave without saying goodbye to our amiguinhos. Coincidence though- one of our band friends was on the bus, and we made him promise to make a facebook, which he did that very night. We also ended up leaving before those damn Germans paid us back for dinner..... scammed again. Damn. Always by Germans, never the locals.
Two hours later we were there, and then climbed onto another bus to Salvador. This one was sweet- the seats went all the way down, ac, blankets, headphones with a Jackie Chen movie, and a bathroom that didn't have human and/or chicken feces covering the floor. Nice. We got to Salvador this morning at about 6am. Of course the bus to Recife that is supposed to leave in the morning is non-existent today, so we had to buy a ticket that doesn't leave until 7pm tonight. So, we made the best of yet another transportation disaster and made our way to the town. We took a bus and ended up at the extremely large elevator that takes you up to the old town, which overlooks the ocean, the marina, and the old fort out in the water. Very picturesque. We made some friends with some capoeira dancers and watched them do their thing in the streets. So awesome, one of these days I am going to take one of them up on their offer to teach it to me. Then, some tourists from Sao Paulo, who apparently had a problem with Bahians, told the police that they were being accosted for money, and so there was a big uproar in the streets about how they were trying to preserve their culture and whatnot. We took this as our cue to get another Skol and find some lunch. We ate some rather spicy food at a kilo spot, and then got lost in the streets for a while. Luckily, we found our way back just in time to stop the dehydration with some delicious coco juice and I was able to get a rather nice sun hat to protect my fragile face and its fastly growing "beard." haha. Thank you Ashley for haggling the price down, you always got my back. Anywho, we made our way back here to the bus station with time to spare. We are finally going to Recife, and should be there by tomorrow morning. Can't wait to see Francisco and meet Paulinha!! I have a feeling a few people will soon be recieving drunk dials from Brasil. You know who you are. Alright, time to get on the next 12 hour bus ride. I hope this one has no chicken feces. Ooh I smell batatas fritas.
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