got the local bus to the main bus staions, tried to board at the back but yopu can't do that so we had to load our sacs on the back of the bus walk round to the front pay the conductor so that we coul both walk through the tunstile, anal gits, whole bus full of people tutting but for a change, not at us at the anal conductor, we done it one at a time so the other could guard the sacs, trust no bastard.
Got the bus to Paraty, first bit of proper travelling I suppose, was only 4 hours tho, the struggle for us is buying the tickets without any Portuguese, it is quite funny but I really don'y have the patince cos I recon most of them speak enough english but just don't for the crack..
We stayed at a place called the Historic Centre Hostel run by a guy called John, he was dry as hell and crcked us up, refused to speak Portuguese but reconned that he could understand it when they were talking about him.
Met a few guys around the hostel, irish and Australians...
Jay
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