Day 12 in the Big Brutha Special Bus

FIRST RULE OF THE SPECIAL BUS; DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE SPECIAL BUS

Number of hours in the Special Bus: I didn't realise this wasn't a driving day

Number of hours of sunshine left by the time we got to the beach: 1/2

Number of times almost ran out of petrol: 1

Number of funny bathroom stories: 1

Despite the smell in the room we did get fried eggs for breakfast and with John in our midst it is definitely a new day! First things first we need to move to a more suitable hostel in a more suitable area. This didn't take all that long and John eventually got over the trauma of being shot at (or the car backfiring, depending on where you were sitting). We decided to avoid the City Centre again and opted for a place by the beach.

Once we had driven all the way back towards town, we then drove all the way back out to where we had come from to go to a beach near there. In true Special Bus Style we drove past every potential food joint till we were in the back of beyond where there was very few places to get food or petrol...that's right folks, we almost ran out of petrol...AGAIN! Add a wander to the lighthouse to the equation and we arrived at the beach (our only ain for the day) at about 5pm.

Juan Chico the space saving genius brought with him three flannels instead of one towel...thank goodness he did though, it was enough of a squeeze without a sixth full-sized towel thrown in the mix.

It has been 12 days and I think we have finally mastered the art of ordering three meals and sharing them between the lot of us (as opposed to ordering six meals and wondering why everyone looks at us a little strangely and why we end up with enough food to feed an small third world country!) John has also managed to figure out where the men's bathroom is :) To be fair the sign was a bit vague! Speaking of the toilets, they barely allow enough room to swing an ant let alone sit comfortably on the toilet without your knees scrubbing the back of the door!

After a few much needed Caipirinhas, we are ready for our much overdue wandering the streets of a city we don't know looking for somewhere to go, lo and behold there isn't anywhere suitable and we end up going back to the hostel for some cheap cheap vodka and a little Brady-Bunch-esque sing-a-long!